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I had a machination, macroscopic far and wide

It produced in me a maelstrom, or agitated state of mind

I would overrule the martinet, a miscreant was she

Although not a masochist, she enjoyed my suffering

She'd blamed me for including neologisms in my essay

I said they were merely malapropisms and not to be taken seriously

She criticized my verocity, believing me to be mendacious

However, what I thought of her remained to be nebulous

As I was lectured, my malleable mind went adrift

I dreamed she performed nemocracy and was, indeed, a witch

Back to my reality, an all too common milieu

Extremely meretricious, but not at all grandeur

I needed out of this place to exercise my freedom

Now I'm in jail because I practiced nihilism