After everything I’ve said,
it’s a wonder the foundations haven’t caved.
Behold – the unpaved roads
of my saving graces.
I generally don’t prefer open spaces.
I prefer the stifling heat of boxcars.
Better still, mason jars.
But in this wide plain of bank balances
and blank ambition, I’ve never felt
quite so entertained.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 