4747. AL

AL

'I don't know what kind of  show you're

running here, Al, but it seems running off

the tracks. The laugh-track is off-kilter, out

of synch, and loud when it should be stilled.

That amazing grimace you proffer, that skeptical

want of grace and mirth, let me see how to put

it, 'you've run it for all that it's worth.' I want to so

be your partner in something new, wiser and strong  -   

this old, TV sit-com bullshit, it's been going on so long. 

There's nothing left for redemption, and these clowns

in the audience, all of them too, they're just here

for pleasure, from Dubuque, or having escaped their

zoo. I don't want to put them down, but give me a

another take. I don't know what kind of show

you're running here, Al; but, please, let's take a break.