Christine Phillips Poet Dramatic Monologue

The Taste For Meat

I haven’t eaten all night and I need something big to appease my appetite. I am the one without table manners for I am going to eat all that I can and burp like a healthy man. Place German draft beer and Japanese wheat wine on my table for I am going to chase it with Johnny griffin’s whiskey and I am going make myself merry and happy. I am weary of those tuxedo dinners and those stiff collars, and those dresses that are fit for the ball end up creating a brawl. Some people are afraid to eat because they don’t have teeth, I have the taste for meat and I am going sink my teeth in the meat, I don’t want knife and fork my hands will do it all, I love eating  with  my bare hands and I hope that the universe will understand. Forget the finger food and set before me strong American food, I want a big Mac with seven layers, ham and cheese, vegetables and everything in between to make me feel at ease. I will also eat some pork ribs and grill beef well done like the one you buy on the street, and don’t forget the fired chicken, grilled salmon and the Japanese sashimi with wasabi, Yes I have the taste for meat. Mix it with French too, for the well dress and delicate people that will do. The Italian cuisine, French food and something from turkey will make the people happy and you must not forget to add Greek food to the menu, for the people of Crete will tell you that the dinner would not be complete without something from Greece, and Turkish tea will create the warmth for thee. I find myself wandering around the street looking for meat. I have not eaten meat for more than ten years and my heart is yearning for something that is not there,  but not just any kind of meat, it must be tasty spicy and warm, it must be well done with enough gravy and more than five hundred calories. I have a big appetite for Peking duck, Mexican food, and New Orleans street food. I want some chicken biryani, dirty rice and something that will open my appetite; I have the taste for meat so spread it out in the street. I am going to eat all that I can and I hope that everyone will understand. Hungry people gather around and fill the rotunda in the town; the smell of food was all around and the aroma circulates in the entire town. There was meat on every table and all the vegetarian understands that meat was the order for everyone. The great Gatsby has come to town, throwing free parties all around, the lines were long and there was enough food for everyone, some people took more than three helping for nature was very forgiving. I have the taste for meat so meet me in the street at half-past three, take your friends Along with you for a big surprise is awaiting you. I have taste for meat.

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