HITMANJACK'S MONOLOGUE (character monologue)

I used to like a worm named harry
The way he smoked reminded me of the 
caterpillar from Lewis Carroll... 
We used to do fun dip and pixie Styx
down by the rivers end
Look at him, Harry... still and sectioned like the meat at Ponderosa, 
smelling up my home, like a highschool lavatory 
Is he crawling around in worm heaven? 
I don't know if I hope so. 
I just know he's dead .......
I looked at him, Harry, laughing
who now sits after raking a pile of shit? Harry! 
ain't nothin' but a worm, as far as I am concerned 
the sun went down and I hate him further. 
he asked for lemonade and I.. I dream of poison 
He waits for my fall! he waits for my demise...every time! 
why must he always laugh at me? 
god knows I won't use my gun... god knows I want to 
sometime I just kick and kick and kick at harry, only to exclaim 
"Jesus Christ of a latter day saint on Sunday! that smarts!" 
The tauntin' worm with his smirk and smile, 
guffawed with no shame for I had stubbed my toes, again, 
and the hysterical worm cried out: 
"How many holes in the holy wall shall you kick today?"
His laughing! that baritone cackle burns me 
OOOOOOOOOOOOH! I could just .... rips and rep and... 
shoot him with a gun, there's one in the drawer! 
in the kitchen... where the lemonade is
Why I could squeeze that life with my lit'l pinkie 
his life! his life would not be missed 
just one more stain upon the wall
slay! cover and smother the stain and stench 
with photos of corn and such, 
and ma.. can't forget ma. 
pictures from the clouds in the sky
look! (mira) I see a smokeless dragon
look! (mira) I see a floating tractor
and look over there! the best picture of all! 
A dead worm, named harry.
God, let me kick him, and kick him and kick him and kick him 
in the ribs and he's cornered against the wall 
now holy and in need of a stain! 
the time is now, for Hitmanjack, to move upon the prey. 
here I go moving in slow... motion 
closer and closer! Damn! he got away! 
"get him again!" my foot said! WHAM! I kick and I kick and I kick 
till I am out of breath. I huff and I puff with my sore foot now 
"Jesus Christ of a latter day saints on a Sunday! That smarts!" 
and the hysterical worm cried out 
"One more for the holy wall, how many shall you kick today?!" 
for I have stubbed my toe again.... 
and Harry laughing almost in tears, did not stop the laughter, through the years 
so that night after making him lemonade
I pulled out my gun and I shot him.