step away from the vehicle
we submit ourselves to wage slavery in order to commit our children to the unsavory in the vain hopes of them training through the competitive pre-primary-secondary-tertiary production line that tunnels straight into the factories of the forgotten far below the morbid mountains of misdirected minds competing for golden tickets to burn out churning and burning oils and animals, oceans and jungles to line other peoples' pockets and that’s if they’re not broken down by the social education engine first we measure our successes in days and nights overflowing with busywork and bureaucracies we measure our failures in welfare cheques with strings attached to draw and quarter us down into charities instead of the very communities that they were supposed to be uplifting we passionately play job roulette in the hope of winning roles that won't *only* pay us to be miserable we optimize our fad diets, ingest caffeine and pop pills but still it takes every ounce of will we can muster jus