By Tim Lieder
Artwork by Rabidwire

A play in five movements, many characters and the length is dependent on the imagination and the struggles of history. Dialogue may be added.

Movement One: Hippies in wheelchairs. Tragic Japanese women with knives, soldiers. Soldiers running headfirst into another war carnival --- couldn’t be helped --- more to protest, more to ignore. A lone smile in the middle of nothing. Cockroach sonatas, final solutions.

Movement Two: Singing churchwomen laud the virtues of the immaculate conscription, wash. Cute little old ladies wielding hacksaws chase the hippies. Off with her head. Suicide with air-filled syringes. All the soldiers have stopped, either dead or screaming. Cockroach opera. More pain.

Movement Three: In a strait jacket wired on speed, struggling dead soldiers chase the little old ladies, some corpses dragged off return as angels. Hippies circle the wheelchairs oblivious to the cockroach ego problems. Corporations dissolve, unions fight counter-unions, counter-unions fight radical factions, radical factions try to walk away but get killed. Radicals feel righteous but useless. Two fat guys with swords fight. Cockroaches get arrested. Croaking all pervasive.

Movement Four: Too many orgasm songs. Hippies get wheeled off, struggling all the way. Christ figures and bear scratchings abound. Soldiers and little old ladies do a Living Dead routine; amuse the cockroaches. Hippies get shotguns, splatter the orderlies, stay on stage. Tired psychedelic patterns mix and merge into grey dull dead. Norman Rockwell prints are projected everywhere. This scares the audience. The cockroaches are crucified.

Movement Five: Hippies get tired of this shit and leave. Fish people stroll in carrying laser pistols. Old ladies sing praises for and the soldiers fight for the power and the glory of the almighty cockroach. Everyone eventually dies, crows and crawls away. Empty stage. Harsh white light. Lone figure enters and paints stick figures on the floor and wall.