Let us, you and I, write the century’s last play.
I’ll write it and let you produce the thing.
We’ve had to wait this far into the latter-day.
Who can predict the success the present may bring?
First, we’ll get together and chew over
our audience and their whims, how not to bore them
without dwelling too long on the rude and vulgar.
Even in a play we want decorum.
We’ll put to good use technology’s latest finds
and construct, upon a shifting proscenium,
a virtual forum. From time to time
they’ll surely succumb to attention’s tedium,
submit, in their struggle to remember the shifts,
to awe and apathy, their greatest gifts.
Let this be the first play of the new millennium.
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