Neon Marmalade in the Apple's Eye

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.