A Manifesto of Tangible Wealth

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