So what’s the bliss in blister?
As your wisdom’s twisted sister city
is razed to the ground,
you sound out the pieces
of a prison sentence.
This isn’t really an admittance
of a shortcoming.
It’s a kind of skirting around the main idea,
not coming right out and saying it,
but still everyone knows
what you’re talking about.
Their eyes probe deeper than you know.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 