Slurp the serpentine grace.
The face flushed with fickleness.
A darkness seeps through
the pores of your skin.
Some burning within your breast.
Nests of nettles.
Kettle conundrum.
Born again, born again, bigoted chum.
Thumbsuckers of the world, unite!
A thin grief to bite down on.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 