Jobbing interview

Say this is a jobbing interview,
murder all the hopes of a better life that come
with you because the impression, the impression, the simple
suggestion is you are going to work till you drop, until you are someone you are not in a
cubicle of some kind and I mean and I mean, a cubicle of some kind will be your eventual
down fall. You will get sick, you will die and your family will cry because you could not get the strength inside to go for who you are, instead of begin someone you think you were.
But I guess you are dead. Now, and you can't do anything cause you wasted your life, a slave in
a cubicle. A slave in a cubicle! Oh fuck! Why did that disease had to hit your cubicle,
so now you die. Die, even though you have been dead for sometime now, cause you realize its no ones fault but your fault! But your fault! Its no ones fault but yours.
Its no ones fault but yours and then you awake a baby and strive for hope now to accomplish yourself  now. What if that life was just a jobbing interview for this life and you got the job.
You got the job, to live your life out even though you had that job all along.
All along.