Poem

While you sit on your fat arse and make plays, someone is suffering.
Stop making theatre. Go and help them.
Your theatre is pointless.
Quickly.
DO IT. NOW. CLOCK'S TICKING.
GO! NOW!!! BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE!!
THEY'RE FUCKEN DYING!!!! WHAT ARE YOU STILL DOING THERE?!

GO!!!!!

NOW.