Drip Drip...

Camera clicks on. Curtains draw back revealing nothing. From unseen devices belches are mixed with recordings of murderers reading suicide letters. The sound of someone in the audience masturbating can be faintly heard above the groans. "At least someone is getting something out of this." Wheezes an uptight thousandaire wearing million dollar clothes. "We saw the same performance in San Francisco." coos a smartly dressed couple nearby. After 3 hours a horses dick can be seen inching its way across the stage. Its followed by a glistening trail of blood cum and piss all mixed together. The women gasp simultaneously. The men become aroused. Two of them ejaculate. From the tip of the penis comes a small flame which sets alight the red curtains which then proceed to burn for ten years. The audience by this point all have grandchildren. They grow up so fast these days. The grandchildren of the audience write scathing reviews of the performance in their school journals, which hail their honesty as "daring" and "patriotic." The play shuts down the night after the articles run, but first the curtains are replaced. Curtains draw to a close. Camera clicks off.