DC Playwrights

"before this decade is out,
a squirrel will land on mars."
"really?" i said.
why is that?"

"it's our galactic destiny,"
proclaimed the squirrel.
"but you have never been further
than rock creek park.
what makes your think
a squirrel is going to mars?"

"you have never danced a ballet
or won a bull fight,"
charged the squirrel.
"i don't want to do those things,"
i countered.

"you have never exhibited
at the guggenheim
or delivered a hippopotamus,"
i challenged.

"nor have you led
an ape rebellion,"
volleyed the squirrel.

"hold it,” i interrupted.
“i did see all of the planet of the apes
back to back.
that should count for something."

it counts," conceded the squirrel,
"but i don't know how much."

"no one does,” i added
"and that’s why
it’s on my résumé."