who (thank God)
feels the same way
A badly-written play fills me with gloom—
Watching one is like being introduced
To all the boring people in the room.
I think: “Christ—how did this crap get produced?”
A badly-written play’s a gift from God.
By hearing false words, I can know the true;
And if I stay awake while others nod,
It shows me all the things I should not do.
A badly-written play should give me hope
That my plays might get done someday; but no—
Each one I see makes me feel like a dope
For aiming high instead of shooting low.
I cry: “This play has no integrity!”
Then write so no one says that about me.
Copyright 2014 Matthew J Wells