Playwright in Trouble

You wrote plays about the Civil War, now they're wanting more And it seems that you just can't make the deadline You're a playwright in trouble You wrote acts about the government, didn't make any sense And it seems that most of the critics hate you You're a playwright in trouble You draw absurdist prose for apathetic foes That consume way too many psychoactive drugs You're a playwright in transit You're a playwright in turmoil Artisan convert takes to writing adverts You wrote me a note that I put onto my wall And now my girlfriend, she laughs at you We laugh at you We laugh at you We're laughing at you And we laugh with you