ACT I, Scene 2

(SULLEN leads TYRO into the House Chamber, where M.C. PILLDOSE is spieling at length.)

M.C.: …blah-blah-blah-blah….

(As M.C. rambles on, TYRO turns to SULLEN and says, sotto voce):

TYRO: I’m confused. Why is she just saying “Blah-blah-blah-blah?

(SULLEN rolls her eyes.)

SULLEN: You’ll learn.

M.C.:…the most corrupt administration in the history of the world. Welcome to this world, blah-blah-blah…!

(M.C. pauses to break into song.)


“Ill Omens”
(Parody of “Wilkommen”)

Ill omens, bien not viewed, hell comes.
Frenzied and deranged danger.
Good witch? There ain’t one,
as for Dorothy.
Crappy is the view;
weasels here to stay.
Ill omens, bien-free, hell comes
It’s Caparray, it’s Caparray, yes, Caparray.

Mighty orange is the “haired” one;
a damn mess is here:
knaves and no gentlemen,
goons and henchmen, bad sorts. Good’s leaving.
See here “great”? None, no sir.
They steal steal good,
at bid of con financier.
Fixed was voting; cons share—
thanks to his post—
a swag fest.

Ill omens what we see: hell comes.
The real troubles arrive
with all his Trog appointments.
That sphere’s life is beautiful.
To scourge they’re dutiful,
as they all orchestrate a ruinful
reign of “president,” (air quotes) a claque of strange scourge,
which will smell like rotting sturgeon.
The unrelieved tweets
in a digital jerkoff fest
that’s augmented by
“Blah-blah-blah….”

A four-year winter…liberties, protections shot.
For opponents a tough battle against these forces of the dark—
appalling trolls that won’t go away; have their ruinous way.
Loony cadre.

Ill omens; as we’ll see: hell comes
in Caparray, here’s Caparray, skewed Caparray

They ain’t here to serve you,
Unless you can pay.
Illness has come and is welcomed
in Caparray, and now today, it’s Craparry.