Eloise sits this privileged corpse
  A mundane pace offers no struggle
  Denny holds tight, chromed death kiss on a platter he enters like raid to a hive
    (What do you want to be?)
  Who do you want to be?
    Or would you rather die here tonight?
  This is just an empty mural of cubicles and apparel.
  Draw business with syringes. A Stethoscope can hear the faint ticks
  Of a nine-to-five.
    Have you ever seen a life much sadder?
  But still you climbed.
    [ Thanks kirk for correction ]