Frame by frame,
the daily news comes on
like a hangover.
We really are gratuitous,
aren’t we, and senseless,
full of reactionary pride.
We spied the fallout
from atop our tower
made of graves.
What you do saves you
from the messy mass you are,
but what about the one you’ll be
ten years from now
when the cold disrupts your bones
and the gray rain
washes away your eyes?
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 