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