the dead-end-job contemplative

the exquisite deadening boredom

which comes with repetition & mundane habitual actions found in

the dead-end-jobs of america,

not only shed light on THE GREAT BIG LIE that is,

“the american dream,”

but they allow for us to ponder the concentrated ramifications of our

fierce

anger,

as the have-nots continue daily to outweigh the haves

(whose faces one can hardly place, as the smartest stay clear of the spotlight)---

we dead-end-job contemplatives

fester together,

watching western “civilization”

plummet,

drooling, having overdosed on vain self-indulgence & hegemony,

stumbling from the clinic with a list of new std’s we’ve acquired

from whoring ourselves every which way possible,

spiraling downward at a

break-neck pace.

 

and then your 15 minute break is over.