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MayPoWriMo 27

To forestall doom it’s time to go full doomer
The plants I watered shrivel in their pots
I have been known to be the latest boomer
To say okay and then take all the shots
A hundred thousand stories now cut short
Depending on which zip code you reside
Let’s all go back to normal and abort
The inconveniences we can’t abide
It happens or it doesn’t—take a breath
This worrying does no one any good
There are some fates they say are worse than death
The plants are saturated with our blood
Then let this be the path to our disaster
Two months? Too slow. We should just make it faster

By Joshua Keiter

reader, writer, actor, singer, teacher