"Are you a king who wed his mom

And killed his dad? If so, call now!

The phones are always open!" TV speaks,

Still on though I can’t see. I dial.

I’ve nothing else to lose, my wife

And sight destroyed with one vile act.
 

I’ll come on stage and throw a chair

At Creon, pull his hair and fight

Til burly guards pull us apart.

I’ll say things that must be bleeped out.

The crowd shouts "Jer-RY! Jer-RY! Jer-RY!"

While I am reduced to a Final Thought.