There is a wicked barrier that detaches and
discolors our unattainable

dreams from our inescapable realities

Nothing chafes the ego more than the monstrous
realism of eight hours of

subservience

applied for and anticipated so that the
possibility of a less materialistic

existence could be avoided

Like slowly sucking cold tar through a narrow
straw

Vomit upon your dreams

Slowly sucking until you die