What will drive me insane?
The sandwiches.

I see tall buildings filled with sandwiches.
Never in our civilization’s plunder of triumphs will
enough sandwiches be ready to feed us.

Automobiles and musical instruments will be filled to capacity with sandwiches:

Italian Combo on Hero Bread with Salami, Ham, Lettuce, and Mustard
Bacon, Lettuce, and Tomato on Toasted White Bread
Sliced Cucumbers and Muenster Cheese on 7-grain

‘Cellos and Cadillacs alike will burst at their seams with sandwiches.
When cars and pianos and fisherman’s vests are filled with sandwiches
endless quantities of increasingly large sandwiches will be poured into
anonymous office buildings and government surveillance silos.
America’s capitalistic endeavors will be consumed by

Peanut Butter and Jelly on Wonder Bread,
Baloney and Mustard on Wheat
Open-Face Reubens on Rye.

What will drive me insane?
The sandwiches.