“WHAT HAS BECOME…THIN-KING” (drama) 3 Minutes

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Monologue Description: “WHAT HAS BECOME…THIN-KING” is a drama.

Character Description: In this monologue,  RED blasts a passionate monologue about her views of life. 

Setting:  This takes place up and down the streets of Manhattan.

RED: 

You stink!  He stinks!  She stinks!  Ya’s all STINK!  STINK!!  I’ma come here and see more bullshit than your average Joe.  I’ma walk around these parts and punch ya in ya face!  I’ma be the way I’ma be!  Be what I’m a say!  Do what I’ma do…don’t do nothing!  Nothing!  Tell me.  Tell me what you think what I think what she think what you think I says what we alls think thinking this thinking thing thinking!!!!  I am the THIN-KING!

(pause)

Round and around we go…this merry go round…(she sings) round and round and round we go, round and round we goooooooo  gooooooo gooooooo.

(beat)

Cracked up, fucked up, raged up….hahahaha.  No idea what I sayin’ right?  No idea!  Who really listening to me?  I’ma speak the truth to ya’ll.  To ya all!!!!  Ya’ll with your money and diamonds and shiny things, Prada bags, shiny cars…fine eatery, hair done, nails polished…ambitious lunatics!!!

Fuck YOU!!!!!!!!!!

Don’t know nothin’, nothin’ what I say?  I say it.  I say it all to ya’ll. 

(she begins crying)

Walking round here, walkin’ round….what I was…what we wuz…this world…this world, making sense…changing things…changing…why?

Edgar Allen Poe…I said it!  I study Edgar Allen Poe…wanna see, wanna hear?  WANNA FEEL YOU FUCKERS????!!!!!!!!

(she recites Edgar Allen Poes The Tell-Tale Heart)

“True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad?  The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed - not dulled them.  Above all was the sense of hearing acute.  I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.  I heard many things in hell.  How, then, am I mad?  Hearken!  and observe how healthily - how calmly I can tell my story.”

LISTEN!  LISTEN you fuckers!  Damn it!  Look at eachother.. Stop and look.  Don’t you see?  Don’t you see where we are going, where we are headed?  Afraid of the fire?  WHY?!  Why have I become this to see the truth and not have the power to change things?  Change things, it all, it all change things it all change change these horrible things that I feel see what I see in this prison of self this existence of my madness which I am not mad but I need help as you need help as we all do if we are willing to face the facts of our existences of our truths of our Edgar Allen Poes…..

(She meshes her words with Shakespeare’s Hamlet)

Oh what a rogue and peasant slave am I?!  Is it not monstrous that this player here but in a fiction, in a dream of passion can change his soul, my soul, your soul, to our own conceits?   Can we?  Can you?  hahahaha.  Remorseless, treacherous, lecherous, VILLAINS!!!  I should take it, you should take it, we should all take it for is it not our “mortal sins” that we must suffer the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune…pluck off my beard, blow it in my face…pluck off my color…blow it in my face….

Yes, do you listen now?!

What are we without dreams of passion…..ARE YOU LISTENING?  Drop saliva on you with buckets full.  Can you handle my words and put them to action?  I DARE YOU!  I CHALLENGE YOU!

You can’t face me!!!  You only WISH you could!