Prayer to Thalia

Dedicated to Margaret Cho

May my fear and false modesty

Drop from me and ripple through

The tittering audience, who knew

That to, "give the woman some air,"

Meant they should not crowd her;

And that it needs not that heckle from the stage:

"But I was about to come." Amen.

[NOTE: There's nothing risible about such trying times as these in which we live and die, but I needed a good belly laugh - if only at my own male crapulence.]