I quite agree with the suggestion. The asprin is seemingly valued at no cost to it's workers, leading to union meetings of course.
Following the brief intermission, an offer is made.
Money for love: To pretend to love the company, money
Popular songs: Presumably an option for Radio, popular in union requests
License to pill: Now you can make the asprins legally, presumably.
Spare no expense in the endless supper with Dr. Moon & Gun: I enjoy this line the very most. Dr Moon being the night shift, and Dr. Gun being suicide- saying, pretty much, that you can work here and like it or kill yourself- Adding irony to the other offers and making them moot, and probably lies.
The dream ends, of course, and you are at home ready to go back to work to make more asprins. (Your dream ends where the song begins 'between space heaters and constellations' -At night in a run-down building with shoddy heating-)
The last paragraph suggests that, ironically, the asprin making requires hospital aide for the workers and there is no 'absolute asprin' to remedy the cost of labour to make them.
And, perhaps a somewhat obscure thought on my own part (and my own experience) I thought of 'pink' as always being Pepto-Bismol. That perhaps Pepto-Bismol being poured into the clouds will solve the problems of the world- perhaps pouring the drug into yourself will solve your own problems.
I quite agree with the suggestion. The asprin is seemingly valued at no cost to it's workers, leading to union meetings of course.
Following the brief intermission, an offer is made. Money for love: To pretend to love the company, money Popular songs: Presumably an option for Radio, popular in union requests License to pill: Now you can make the asprins legally, presumably. Spare no expense in the endless supper with Dr. Moon & Gun: I enjoy this line the very most. Dr Moon being the night shift, and Dr. Gun being suicide- saying, pretty much, that you can work here and like it or kill yourself- Adding irony to the other offers and making them moot, and probably lies.
The dream ends, of course, and you are at home ready to go back to work to make more asprins. (Your dream ends where the song begins 'between space heaters and constellations' -At night in a run-down building with shoddy heating-)
The last paragraph suggests that, ironically, the asprin making requires hospital aide for the workers and there is no 'absolute asprin' to remedy the cost of labour to make them.
And, perhaps a somewhat obscure thought on my own part (and my own experience) I thought of 'pink' as always being Pepto-Bismol. That perhaps Pepto-Bismol being poured into the clouds will solve the problems of the world- perhaps pouring the drug into yourself will solve your own problems.
Of, of course, the other way around.