Rats

I had a nightmare that the waking dream was over
The wheels falling off the best laid plans of rats’ and men’s divinity
Both alike in indignity

I hear the cheerleaders of drudgery and boredom
A trumpet fanfare for the humdrum and the tedium that waits for me
Dullness in perpetuity

I’ll still be marching when the fantasy is over
You’ll hear me moaning as I get off on the suction of futility
Surrender to vulgarity

It’s ecstasy
Descent into barbarity