From the left entering the stage, Mr Poetry in a tee shirt and tracksuit bottoms walks to stage centre:
When times get thought I'm who he turned to,
When emotion run high I'm what he uses,
The words he doesn't want to forget,
I write them down so he can reflect,
I'm the dam reason he gets any respect.
From off stage right, a voice can be heard "Woah, Woah, Woah." Then entering from stage right in a three-piece suit Mr Speaker who strides to centre stage putting his hand on Mr Poetry's shoulder and ushering him slightly to the left.
I mean no disrespect but it was me that brought relevance,
To the words, you wrote however relevant,
Standing and telling his sad tale made us prevalent,
Sure your words are important but it's my voice that emotes them,
It is me who crafts the words that people have heard,
I'm the force behind where we are going.
Dropping down from the rafters, an older man lands between the two men and places his hands on their shoulders guiding them to be just a half step behind him.
It's kind of funny to see you boys argue,
Here are some fact for both of you,
When it comes to creativity I am the boss, not you two,
When people think of him they think of what I do,
His friends come to me not the pair of you dudes.
