FIRST INTERMISSION

The residents of Pome Town, along with all their agents, invite you to join them in a chorus or two of “The Song of the Importance of Individuality for the Creation of Collective Wealth.”

I am exactly who I am

And you are the same too

And he is she and she is he

And we are we, the whole damn crew

You are the only one of you

And I am just the same

That’s how we market everyone

So no one takes the blame

I am real good at being me

And you are good at you

Create a phrase for a billboard

Or better, make up two

Let us develop marketing

To sell your holy soul

And when the cameras turn to you

Enact your one true role

Here is the sales pitch that you are

I’m sure you know it well

Your body odor was replaced

With that sweet success smell

I am exactly who I am

And you are the same too

And he is she and she is he

And we are we, the whole damn crew

Intermission part B

Oops! Somebody left the door open and the writer got out

And now he’s up and talking to the noman and the woman and the going to and fro man and the got a seed to sowman and the snowman and the flowman. He’s talking to the one man and the twoman and the sixman and the got to pick up sticks man and the flicks man and the tricks man. He’s talking to the plowman and the wowman and the owman and the put out every eyeman and the tryman and the fryman. He’s talking to the youman and the booman and the Truman and the go to watch the zooman and the flewman and the glueman. He’s talking to the urksman and the turksman and the gurksman and the has to bling a blurks man and the worksman and the murksman. He’s talking the swooshman and the gooshman and the blooshman and the take a tip from rooshman and the tooshman and the slooshman.

And he’s telling them to give him a break, to try to stay awake, to not make so big earthquake. He’s telling them to wait and to not so cogitate. He’s telling them he’s sorry and he’s worry and a little twirly. He’s asking their forgiveness and their tivness and smortivness. After all, he says, this is pretty much like a first draft. After all, there’s not a lot of second thought. After all, this is just a lark, isn’t it, just some sturm and some drang and some flash in the pang, just something to do with some morning brain. So give him a break, give me a stake, take a heaven’s sake, sheesh!