Grain, 1984.

To sift, to sit, and to sift is like a bad story.
A bad time of famine throughout the east, and a bad taste of wealth against Siddartha's tongue.
The grain is like the touch of Moses, and the resolve of the least favored
In the storehouse is not only what's to be caught, but also what is to be given to the ones that have everything.
Only, that is how it happens in the illusion where work is worth.
How corrupt, how corrupt and cojoiling is this teeth of this beast, who snaps you up with the idea of making it for yourself in the belly.
The humor in it is that even in being snatched up by the evil of the self, you're much more content with the evil of self than with the good of others.
And some would ask, why is that?
But some will sit and laugh, and drink.
And fight.