I don’t dictate like a didact,
that’s my own upending.
Disenchantment fractures, quells friction.
This isn’t what my addiction stipulates.
Describe comatose fragmentary fails
but correct likening. In sweeps,
in slander, so what slivers.
My oh my freak arabesque.
Slow rumination, I shoulder esoteric,
core profusion and disrupt the now.
The laughingstock or transitory conflagration.
Come up well, solely drip. Lastly, closure.
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 
very good