The Dreamscapes Project

i am growing sick of your synergy this facsimile of life is killing me no i don't know how to direct your call but I do know that i don't care at all if the customer is always right then I must just be wrong thats why I'm still standing here fighting when I could already be gone maybe i'd be famous or maybe i'd disappear I don't know where I'd end up but it sure as hell won't be here take the money I don't want any problems also steal the floor supplies so I don't have to mop them no sir don't worry the service is free the wreck your kid left is enough tip for me lottery tickets and daydreaming are all that help hope survive as if someday some talent I never had will emerge and come alive I am tired of meeting all my other coworkers only when they know that I have food and how can you ask me to think outside the box and stick me inside this stupid cube I brace for my daily harassment feign that I don't understand what nice ass meant I just pray for that gourmet coffee run I need a vacation so bad the flu would be fun oh sweet saint barista please hear the words that I say I feel that a caramel mocha soy latte may be the only thing that can save my day you're all out of caramel just great