Do I hear Happiness in there#!?firstcycle

Minimum requirement for life pinched offup the mountain blindly climbingReceiving bread crumbs in thankless blood, sweat and tearsMinimum wage slapped the hand that feeds fast food belliesto vote for more struggle in martyred justificationHolding your bladder in frozen smile lined up for the next taskHoly glory in overtime saving complaints to look good to the almightyDragging hollow bones to the time clock grumbling undigested cornflakes in the gutMinimum expectation weaved and mined in dungeons our grandfather’s builtSpeeding up the hamster wheel to trick reality into smelling plastic pansiesWalls closing in, hung with color pictures of conversational oasisThe gall I shame you to insist your feet soak in the tub to break blisters on the concrete floorRetro fit the golden coffin nobly entitled to work ethic blue collar prideHyenas wander the ledges keeping out spiders gated throughout cookie cutter housesMinimum effort in consequence of a bad attitude sourced from intuition locked in a closetSmall business taxing mummies to hold up its dream spiking the punch in drowsy baby criesShining the laser light towards the fancy key to take charge of the herdDissolving hope to soul death lost in the kinetic bubbling up of once upon a timeFuzzy voices praising the potential of all you can beTasting the fire of sweet satisfaction doused in briny swampland catching fish through the tips of ragged fingertipsRipping out the core of self-deprecating convenience making master rich patting obedience on the backDone when the floor invites us to rest our head that tumbled the body off the bed barely capable to press the palms together forming an interception that shifts another day gone by in a new dimensionInviting mass productivity to shake the stage and force a void in business as usualPicket fence fallen on yellow grass blown to the wind with parched earth settled delicately on the fine leather seats in the weekend convertible un-garaged for the summerIndentured servitude building your crystal castle at two shakes of a lambs tail and the promise of cocktails at the end of the dayPencil skirt and Windsor knot parading powerhouse wisdom locked in uniformity to convincethe pocketbook that the ladder will appear in a smoke of praise gathered in exhaust fumesNo fight left to go up against a lineage of capital industry embedded in nature and driven by the invisible ghost possessed by us allShedding layers of self-esteem broken up by ambition to trophy attractions and love not of character but of status and steadinessA club of masters that haze a generation on the backs of peasants and peacemakers with false compassion to the plight of the weak, lazy and loyal donkeys that tread through the canyon trails wishing for nothing less than unclaimed significance.Loyal soldiers content to wear the badge that blood made sacred and suits made legalWeary on my brother pulling his weight to hold the family together rocking the baby to sleepWonder more dear Mother watching the children play in the field of buttercupsResting to dig deeper with the soul seekers blessing the wanderers escaping in patience andgiving new earth in simple satisfaction to  us all.A paradise lost upon its victims and set behind a backdrop of revolution charmed in the book of history maybe to repeat and comfortable to not.