Prorog.

It’s chaos.

A black comedy, which it ought not to be, centred around ego driven puppets purported to be representing you and me.

A dialogue – crass, juvenile and assumedly typical for concrete and AstroTurf – emanating from aged and stain green leather for what it’s worth.

A simple chant, as bullies do, repeated as they exit; heckles, bellows and defamation repeated endlessly and we let it.