When did I start hating my career?
Clouds smeared out on a membrane sky
The dome looms over us all waiting to crack
My enjoyment isn't important to our ethic.
Being a reptile isn't without its benefits
If only I was a radio psychologist
A marmalade voice on my toasty mind
I ate it all up and now I'm bored
Engineered my own discontent
I've been retaining the seed for 28 years
My brothers spilled theirs all over the hay-covered floors of our old barn
Not sure what kind truck stop allows people like me to sleep there.