Dramatic Monologue

John

Look at them, as they sit in their “civilized” world,
Filling their days with their obstacle golf and so called “feelies,”
Orgy porgy, orgy porgy!
What fools!

And what if they ever have a problem?
Why there’s always soma
to give you a holiday from the facts!
“A gramme is always better than a damn!”
“A gramme in time saves nine!”
How ignorant!
Running around,
“Praise Ford, Praise Ford!”
Only in the words of Shakespeare is their truth!

And then there’s her.
That filthy Strumpet!
“If thou dost break her virgin knot before all
Sanctimonious ceremonies may with full and holy rite…”
How I loved the whore!

I should have never left the village for this cursed place,
I’d take alienation over these
whom stare at me like I’m a beast.
I hear the whispers,
“Here comes the Savage!”
I’ll show them a savage!

What do they know of life?
Of love?
“When the individual feels, the community reels.”
They sit in their soma bliss,
incapable of feeling,
Unable to see what they miss.

Look at my poor mother,
shamed into her vegetative state.
Oh Linda, forgive me.
Forgive me, God.
I'm bad, I'm wicked.
You are the only constant in this ever changing place.
What is there here of courage,
of faith,
of struggle,
of perserverance?
of accomplishment?
Why can't they see it?
Are they not just a sea of robots?

What does this new world do to them?
One day they will know the truth,
One day they will see beyond their soma,
One day they will feel.
Until then I remain the ultimate outsider.