Soloway's Last Supper

Georgia and I were rehearsing Soloway's convoluted monologue,
not easy for Georgia, acting supposeldy as an ordinary housewife
and part time clerk at Dollar General.
Ben Soloway had been a homosexual and professed anarchist
before he put a gun to his mouth, last year.

While we rehearsed over and over the next take,
the Gupt Brothers dropped by. They're sleazy producers
of low budget Bollywood. Cynically, they queried;
"Involved in a Soloway Play, are you?
Lot's of luck, Donut. Surely, you'll need it."

I was not willing to hold my silence,
It might cast doubt into the minds of my actors,
I replied, "Not to worry, Gupta losers, Gupta twins.
"The Last Supper" is now securely a Mapovia property.
...Sound, camera, action.

I am not one to attempt to enlighten
those of faulty vision as to how one guy's bad luck
can be another fellow's good fortune.
I would do with the Last Supper
as damned well I pleased.