I was trapped in a Broadway theatre
Surrounded by other trappees
Having splashed an ocean of lucre
On stuff devised for sappees.
The first act had just begun
With another threatening to follow,
The words pouring out in a flood
Impossible to swallow.
My dog could have written this play,
And no prize would it have won,
So I closed my eyes to pray
That all turn their cellphones back on.
