I can’t seem to rid myself
of this museum stench.
Observe closely as I wrench
this scepter from
the sovereign’s moldy claw.
We must lay the law
in a shallow grave,
get the rave down on paper,
and savor what flagrancy proffers.
No new offers on the table,
no new bones in the meat.
Just how typical do I have to be?
-r. miller
*Insert Propaganda Here* 