dramatic monologue

if John rode a horse this is who he'd be

Oh my fair Lenina!

Why must fate be so cruel

and cast us to opposite ends?

Why must you be the little 

strumpet that you are, you little whore?

One must walk the path of

righteousness  in order to fully

see the complexities of love. Oh hy

must love be so cruel? I feel passion

rising inside of my starting at my loins

and ending and the tipps of my ears. Every

part of me aches for you, all I want is

but a peck upon those succulent lips...

No! I must be strong, for you are a strumpet and not worthy. 

Alas! Why must I be so confused.

This Brave New world confound me to the point

of madness. Everywhere I turn all I see is bigotry

idolatry, promiscuousness, and idiocracy. Strumpets!

All the women here are strumpets I say and the men

no better. I have jumped from one kind

of hell to another. no one accepts me.

At the reservation, I stood, touched by God, alone.

Here, in this Brave New World,

I stand, touched by my birth, alone.

I have no one, now that Linda is in her 

self-induced "holiday". Pshht, what idiocracy is

this. This is not right! These pills, I ought to teach them of their addiction 

and cure them of their plague...

Oh so alone am I!

bernard is much to busy with his strumpets to

truly care of how I feel. how horrible

Bernard, I smite thee from those i feel as 

friends for no longer do you treat me as one.

"Sobs" Oh Lenina. If only I could let

you into my world, but you could never understand

my pain. You want me only for my body, I see

the lust within your eyes, you strumpet! My heart aches

for your love, my body aches for yours.

What shall I do?! Oh God I'm so alone...

could I just end it? Never, I must persevere,

But God it's so hard.

I'm so alone.