#SIP Contest Poem by Evan Borboa

Updated: 3 days ago

The sun never came Instead: Rain The sky covered In a blanket of velvet, Glistening with water. A goddess weeps, A sad mother Sees the loss of her children But she knows they must decide for themselves. When the world crashes down Will you be a neighbor, a friend? Or in the end Will you hoard a shit ton of toilet paper so the rest of us can’t wipe our ass? I’m sick of this shit.





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