- STARVING -
For five days out of every week
 My principles withdraw,
And formulistic job clichés
 Replace all written law;
My watercooler ethics claim
 Success outweighs control...

Picking at my corporate teeth,
 I hunger for my soul.

The television prattles on
 And drives me to the brink,
Promoting propagated tales
 Which teach me how to think;
Politics and business merge
 To prove my thoughts uncouth...

Chewing on their piece of mind,
 I hunger for the truth.

As twilight drifts across my mind
 And day fades into night,
Imaginings left unfulfilled
 Illuminate my plight;
Compromise and nagging doubt
 Defeat my every scheme...

Sobbing gently in my beer,
 I hunger for a dream.