Lullaby For A Capitalist State

Gas stations rival each other from across the street Ads for tobacco and prices that cannot be beat Reminiscing of dreams filled with concrete Corporate offices sleeping along the highways Tapestried spreadsheets dictating all of your days Exhaust pipes coughing and adding to all of the haze The building sways from the 85th story Motion sickness, content, and allegories The resounding orchestra of machinery The fluorescents humming and buzzing and putting you to sleep