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.