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Rascunho de monólgo para uma aula de teatro (sem título)

Next in line please.
You don’t understand what? I have told you a thousand times! How many more times do I need to ask? Can’t you see it in my eyes, what I want? I am the people. I am no person. I am what you’ve dumped when you went to sleep.

Don’t give me this same old shit. I don’t want to swallow your garbage, nor listen to your fake pretenses. I know where you’ve been, what you've been doing all along. The tune you have been singing to, the nightmare life you have stuck up to. Yes, you… I know your game, sir!

Busily strolling down the street, looking only ahead of your pack, in this race, this sweat you give everyday. For what? To earn something. Arent’ we all in it to earn something? Love, money, career, prospect, respect. We just give different names to the same urge!

But you forget me. You abandon me. You leave me in a dead and beaten corner of your life, and then bitterly beg and complain. Hasn’t your mother taught you not to beg? I am waiting abandoned on this corner …

I have called you so many times. Like they say, duty calls. But I am not duty. I sit and wait until you are tired of your begging and running and crying and moaning. I sit and wait and watch as each one of your desires are satisfied and you grow more frustrated …

Yes, that is it… You feed, you eat, and eat and freaking eat, and each time you get something, you achieve something, soon you forget. And isn’t the same pain that comes again? So arent’ you tired of this game? Suck it up!

Look at this long line behind of you. This is the game. There is no way out. You can try. That’s the door, but for now, stop whinning and start paying up for all you’ve got. You can’t escape the collectors, but you can drop the race. ..

Oh golly, everyday this same shit. How much more do people ask for, but they never want to pay what they owe. Yet, all that is there for you, all I am setting up every moment of your life, you never account for… You forget.

You forget the little moments of joy. You forget the pain of others, the smile on their faces, the smell of their skin. Yes, arent’ you just another? Why don’t you live up to it! Pay your dues buddy! Until you fucking run the race, I’ll be waiting here in this corner…

No, there is no way out. No chance. Everyone says they are broke. Broken. Why don’t you see the obvious? Quit whining and wanting, and start living with me.. Working for me, is the only way out of this… Work with me.

Start to see life in the eyes of everyone. And the grace the world has given you, for so many who care about your food, your health, your education, ask or beg for nothing from you. That’s the only way out. To sense, to smell again, to stop running, to stop opinions, politics, policy, desire.

Start being Love. Yeah, perks of the job. No tax collected if you work with me, for me… Now suck up and write your check, and stop your crying and whining. The tax code has never changed, since 3 million years. So learn and burn, buddy!

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