With Sarah O’Toole he cowrote “The Heroism Hotline”, an office-based satirical play that had a successful run in the Town Hall Studio.
A skeletal elderly gentleman
Chants a grovelling hymn in despair
To his elusive God of compassion
Who just possibly mightn’t be there
When God’s mercy seems unforthcoming
The chant turns to a whimpering wail
You try chanting on message
When your body’s about to fail
What sins can he regret now,
To spare him Satan’s curse?
The theft of a neighbour’s bedpan?
Sarcasm towards a nurse?
The sins he’d like to regret now
He missed the chance to commit
He should have gone for them years ago
Before his body turned to shit
He tries hard to stop thinking and wailing
And return to his sweet plaintive chant
On this, his last day on the planet
It sure beats an atheist rant
Still his doubts leave him tormented
As he considers that nondescript plot
And the words of Bertrand Russell
When I die, I rot.