Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
The Cmmdr has woken to a day of nil;
there's nary a role, neither Jack nor a Jill
that the sad little fucked up unemployed freak
will land because A) he has no appointments
and B) he's been typed by the industry
as a last minute fill-in for miniscule comic co-star
roles that are not written funny to begin with,
and to which his loping banal uninspired contribution
adds absolutely nothing to the crap the show already is.
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