In his Oscar acceptance speech, Al Pacino mentioned The
South Bronx where he was raised. He spoke of a young girl from his old
neighborhood.
She told him if he made it to The City Of Angels so can she.
That’s all I needed to start a musical.
It’s about putting The South Bronx on police line-ups that
ends in Yankee Stadium to finish a homework assignment on creating a tour book
that draws sightseers from different nations like North Korea and Russia and
other fun places on Earth!
Then I went beyond the borders of our town to put 8 million
stories of The Naked City and kept pushing until ALL AMERICANS ON POLICE LINE
UPS!
I just need for someone to sign me out of the mental
hospital.
I don’t have family.
(Don’t tell anyone but that’s not really true. But I got to
make you feel bad so you can help me help you.)
If you’re going to free me better make it quick.
They’re going to perform a lobotomy to make me stop
complaining how bad the food is among other things.
In full disclosure, I am not American.
I am an energy-based alien who sees the USA as The Starship
Enterprise.
Like you and your crew, captain, I want to go home.
By the way, the name of the mental hospital is Area 51.
The government is releasing secret papers on JFK. Why not
the ones on extraterrestrials?
This is going to be the greatest musical of all time
And The Oscar goes to…
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