DC Playwrights

“people tell me i am insincere,”
i say to the squirrel.
“really?” he asks.
“can you believe it?”
“are you serious?” replies the squirrel.

“i think i am going
to develop a stutter,”
i explain.
“a stutter?”

“yes, so when i
t-t-t-t-talk,
people will
p-p-p-p-pity me instead.”

“it must be nice
to choose your affliction,”
says the squirrel.