Journal

Monologue

I want cake.   There is one thing in the world right now, it's cake.  I havent eaten real food in over a month and there is one wish that I have... it is cake.  Many people wouldn't understand me since cake isn't exactly a meal, but since I know this is my last one... I would really want some cake.  If I had a choice it would be chocolate, but it would make my mouth thirsty... but I dont care since it would be my last meal.  They make me work in this sweatshop, they starve me, they abuse me, they take advantage of me, they make me work like a dog and all I ask is for a piece of some GOD DAMN cake!  

(Pause) Now that I think about it this piece of cake would really make me thirsty... so a glass of coke would also be nice.   Or maybe a glass of clean water for once, since it is the last meal I will have.