Monologue Improved

I want cake.   There is one thing in the world that I want, its cake.  I haven’t eaten real food in over a month and there is one wish that I have... it is cake.  If I had a choice it would be chocolate, but it would make my mouth thirsty... but I don’t care since it would be my last meal.  That smell of chocolate fudge that makes you crave for more sweetness.  And taste the fresh sugariness that nourishes me. Many people wouldn't understand since cake isn't exactly a meal, but since I know this is my last one... I would really want some cake.  I haven’t been fed in this place for weeks; there is a hole in my stomach that can no longer be filled.  I cannot express the anger that I feel since outside there are children playing and having fun when I am stuck here working, living in misery.  Hell on Earth.  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.