Understanding the Audience

(This was originally written as an original monologue added to "Offending the Audience)

     "I'm angry because I understand, not because I don't." -Sarah Kane

You. You terrorists. You murderers. You survivors. You screamers. You prozac-addicts. You aborted suicides. You sellouts. You phonies. You thieves. You reapers of the benefits wrought by broken hands. You historic moments. You unsung heroes. You chauvinists. You feminazis. You frozen embryos. You almost heroes. You everyday heroes. You mindless masses. You commercial kids. You envious bodies. You struggling bodies. You abusive parents. You spoiled brats. You rotten middle class. You media whores. You consumer slaves. You designer paper dolls. You sex fiends. You lonely losers. You battered wives. You wasted lives. You bleeding hearts. You people of our time. You cookie-cutter anorexics. You wretches. You slit wrists. You wounded psyches. You supplemental lovers. You dying stars. You vacant stares. You sleep-walkers. You meaningless actions. You carriers of contagion. You button-pushers. You soon-to-be-bombed civilians. You theocrats in democratic skin. You wards of the state. Eden's outcast. You.