Written for the Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest #63
“It is the end of the world,” someone chokes; there is a lull.
Stockpiling food for twenty years and toilet paper rolls,
But we’re all out—what do we do
Go out to Walmart, brawl with others like a zoo;
Then leave empty handed—outside, someone is selling them $100 per half roll!
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