Yesterday (1564-1616)
So trivial and dim be the stage whence
spectacle trumps narrative and on speed:
we build good neighbors and a fence?
Iger’s Broadway grows cleanly like a weed.
O, what excuse will my poor Beast then find,
you say some Mary needs a line of blow?
Niel LaBute shows me the life of a mind;
That was a joke in case you did not know:
Ken Marino sprays Tom Lennon with mace;
his tears well, visage turned a darker shade,
Weigel, my Brecht roots do show just a trace;
a Tarzan play would make anyone jade;
while you try to extort my heart aglow,
Paul Thomas Anderson says: go, go, go.
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