The drink that will save a hundred overworked peasants.
"He has has a drink every night before bed; it helps him sleep."
Of once he had trouble sleeping, but now
the dreams have ceased as the exhaustion has become routine.
And the thousand, starving peasants cry
"A little spot from the drink is good every once in a while,
but to make it a habit is to make it a crutch
a crutch that may be capitalistic, but that will most certainly blank out our existences."
As Herman sips at his drink, he CANNOT be bothered by
the cry of the worksman and worksman's wives
and worksman's children
who have suffered his choice
to drink a glass before bed
and pass-out as soon as his head
hits the pillow.
There is drunkenness in his eyes.
And his thought is too shallow
to foster a dream,
and he goes to bed stupidly
and wakes up in pain
and brain cells are worthless
for the rest of the day
and he waits till the end of the day
and drinks more
not for pleasure nor dependency
merely to encourage healthy mammalian habits.
And as he drowns his insomnia
he drowns his desires
and the 'self taught' actors
need to find new work.
Unskilled labor, manual labor,
doesn't fit their fabric
and it's much rather likely
that he'll put them all to sleep.
And Herman heard
that somewhere
the dreams are dying.
And Herman gave a $1o
u.s. dollars
to keep this from happening.
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