On the TV I heard him say,
"No one wants to work these days."
My generation lays dormant
hibernating in parents basements.
We slumber so we can smother
childish desires for a house and a lover.
Our overdue rent on prospect
the proprietor, has come to collect.
Sleep comes quite easily
for us fed-up past employees;
If I stay a pipe-dream ******
maybe I won't wake up hungry.