Acceptance Admittance Patient: He has a drifter look, messy hair, plaid shirt and cords. Young but talks like he has had years of experiences. He plays with a coin, flipping it through his fingers. During the play he gets increasingly calmer and more comfortable. Never stops his smug and knowing smile. Interrupts himself a lot. He is fidgety but in a comfortable and composed way. Psychiatrist: Boring, clean shaven, hair combed back. He wears a white doctors coat. Intelligent enough in a traditional sense, he cant keep eye contact with the patient. Speaks in a monotone voice until the end of the play. Patient is on one side of a table. He is picking at his nails and leaning back in his chair, looking around uninterestedly at the Psychiatrists office. Psych enters and sits down never looking at the patient; he opens a folder and reads over it. &
Monologue Im tired of being mind fucked everywhere I go. School is bullshit they mindfuck you with textbooks about what didnt happen in places that I will never go. At home Im mindfucked by that tube that sits at the end of my bed taunting me all day. Dont do work, dont interact with reality, stay in bed and blow up fucking aliens all day. Its like the whole world is set up to mindfuck you and if you want to get away from it. they tell you to go to church (the biggest mindfuck of all) or to go live in a cave in the Himalayas with the fucking Dali Llama. All anyone does is tell me what I can and cannot do: Buy this, throw that away, dont have sex, dont take drugs unless the doctor prescribes them, then fucking have pills for breakfast lunch and dinner for all they care. Its all a great big mindfuck man. You know my dad always bugs me hey why cant you just be normal like your brother haha what the fuck is normal? H
Devils GrinVivianBlood rolls down her tongue againLands upon the floor and thenShe knows that she has reached her endBenjaminYou know that youve just killed your kinYou have no remorse for your sinOn your face you wear the devils grinWedding dayThe words you said now thrown awayHer body lies soon to decayNow you must make your merry wayFirst time you metAcross the bar you saw her silhouetteYou offered her a cigaretteFrom that day forth you had her in your netBenjaminMarried nine years almost tenYou loved to listen to her violinWhat made you commit this sin?Its quite simple really.The fucking check cleared.
Birds and beesI am put on a conveyer belt. I am packaged. I am shipped. I am unloaded along with 20 of my brothers. I hang there as one by one my brothers disappear. I am bought. I am hastily rolled on and inserted. I am done. I have a simple job. I maintain freedom by prevent life and love. I screw up on the job. I am found out two weeks later.
The EndI know someday I will hold your handAnd watch as stones take the life from this landIn the dust and death I will embrace you nearWaiting and hoping for the debris to clearBut if this red cloud is the end of meAnd yours is the last face I seeI will go peacefully without a fightBecause I will always hold on to the beauty of tonight
Attention JunkieLook at me!Look at me!I climbed a treeAnd hurt my kneeLook at me!Look at me!I beat up a kid cause he said I smelledNow Im going to be expelledLook at me!Look at me!I fucked a girlGonna be a daddyLook at me!Look at me!Cant keep a jobCant keep a familyLook at me!Look at me!Murder in the 5th degreeAnd to add on to that armed robberyLook at me!Look at me!I made bail now Im on the runI want one last time to see my sonLook at me!Look at me!Im bereft and laying on the floorIn a pool of blood legs out the doorLook at me
Look at me
Why oh why mommy wont you look at meI just want some love and attention cant you see
Buy One Get One FreeDetritus follows the rivers twists and bendsSo that little boys and girls can have little plastic friends.Humanitys thirst for more, kills the motherland.I wonder, is there any beauty unscathed by the corporate hand?The most impoverished lands house the worlds precious jewelsWe are waking upon a new day but still play by the old rulesPeople get murdered every day for commercial purposeThe blood diamond industry is just scratching the surfaceBut Its not my problem, its not my realityI am safe on my sofa experiencing the world through TVWe shed tears for chick flicks and American IdolYet turn a blind eye on the worlds fight for survivalHome of the freeLand of the braveHome of debrisLand of the knave...