The guilty get gilded,
the fearless get frisked.
What was it for which
we risked our radiance?
The arcade ambiance here
really doesn’t fit,
which instills in the spectator
a sense of disjunction.
Clearly the higher functions
of the mind have to be suspended,
midair if possible,
until we get a better look
at the possibilities
wavering in flight.
We’re tactless but tasteful,
so you have to give us some credit.
Life is a feeding frenzy
and little else.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 