Capitalism and Candy

I keep thinking in quotation marks
Reality incorrectly used

Sometimes I wake up
In the middle of the night
Just so my body doesn’t have to respond to the shriek of the alarm

The void is never silent
And at night the curves
Sing lullabies

I’m thinking I need chocolate
Some kind of sugary rush
Glory to the addict automotaun

Then I remember that American chocolate
Is made with palm oil
Which causes…
Slavery…
Or something

I forget I want chocolate

Do I need coffee?

This route is like skies so cloudless and blue
Overdose on beauty
And still you die