Clearing my Conscience

I'm responsible for the details of a regional Shakespeare Competition
My friend who's writing True Crime asked me to take over
I'm not saying that was a crime (am I?)
I lost my temper
the very point I'm working on conscientiously
I thought

Some people are simply impossible


Maybe I'm one of them

But I detest being lied to

& I especially detest being treated like an idiot

I only hope the student
whose teacher let her/him down
by not taking care of the necessary details
will be there, after all, will be the Dark Horse, The One
that stuns us all with a divine performance

I'm cautiously optimistic
although I know that people follow a pattern
usually
& once unreasonable, twice unreasonable,
very likely to be tertiarially, undeniably, certifiably

UNREASONABLE

again



Very likely all this will settle itself
& the Greater Good will be served
by the structure

This thing is not Open Mic

It has procedures designed to ensure equitable opportunity
because it is a brilliant opportunity
for the brilliant winner,
but these are very young people who depend upon grown-ups
to be grown-ups & own up to their responsibilities...

I said

If it makes you feel better to blame me, go ahead.
Just do this & that & come on to the show.


Let's hope the show goes on with the unknown contestant
& becomes perfect.

I can see it both ways

& it's still a good thing.