This spoken word piece is absolutely gripping. Art at its finest, to be sure.
Have you ever been offended, hurt, or mistreated? Of course you have, and you’re not alone. The question is, what can you do about it? How do you make the offending party aware of your feelings and prevent them from ever messing up again? I have developed a method that I’ve found most helpful. You have probably applied this method in some variation before. I call it The Guilt Dangle.
It’s midnight. He sits in the same post he started the day in. Of course, his day didn’t begin until 1 p.m., but nevertheless, he sits. His eyes, blood-shot and glassy, stare into the horizon. There he finds both enemy and comrade, and one impulsive mistake could turn friend to foe in an instant. His fingers ache, almost arthritic, but he fights for his life, his country. This is no time to focus on pain.
“Cover me!” shouts the voice of a soldier he only knows from his time in the field. He doesn’t know this man’s story. He doesn’t even know his name. All he knows is that they are both fighting for a righteous cause, and for this he would surely lay down his life, even for a stranger. He wipes his brow, stretches his neck, sips his water and marches on.
Clarence: Husband to Bethany. Struggling to keep him and his wife alive.
Bethany: Wife to Clarence. Homemaker.
A husband and wife on a small boat, lost at sea.
Bethany: Well, now I’m worried.
Clarence: Why? The waves have finally settled. We’re ok for now.
Bethany: No, not that Clarence. I have already come to accept the fact that we are probably going to die out here. I just can’t remember if I cleaned the house before we left.
Clarence: What? Are you kidding me?
Bethany: I should think not.
Clarence: I would blame the water deprivation, or the lack of food, but I think you really are just crazy enough to be thinking about a dusty house right now.
Bethany: Can you imagine what people are going to think when they enter our house to gather our things, or to set up the estate sale? Do you want them to assume we were slobs? I certainly do not!
Clarence: You know what? I didn’t think about that. (In a mocking tone) “I used to think Clarence Alan was an upstanding gift to society, and then I saw the dirty underwear on his bathroom floor.” We have to survive! We have to make it back to clean the house!
Bethany: Finally you understand. Paddle faster, Clarence! Paddle, our reputations depend on it!
Clarence: Your sick. (looks forward, shakes his head, and starts paddling slowly as she splashes behind him frantically)