A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth - Gatsbys American Dream

Eloise sits, this privileged corpse

A mundane pace offers no struggle

Denny holds tight

Chrome death kiss on a platter

He enters like raid to a hive

What/who do you want to be

Or would you rather die here tonight

This is just an empty, sickening mural of cubicles and apparel

Draw business with syringes

A stethoscope can hear the faint ticks of a nine to five

Have you ever seen a life much sadder

But still you climb