DC Playwrights

“sword and pistol by his side?”
squirrel asked.
“uh huh,” i said.
“uh huh.”

“i don’t know if i should be more upset,”
said the squirrel,
“about the interspecies miscegenation
or by the fact that amphibians
are walking around armed to the gills.”

"what sort of values
are we teaching our children?”
i asked the squirrel.
“oh, right, you don’t have any children.”
“none that i know about,” he added.

the arming of frogs
really seemed to bother the squirrel.
“haven’t you learned a damn thing
from toussaint l’ouverture or
return to the planet of the apes?”

obviously not,
my silence betrayed.
obviously not.