A while ago, the wonderful Shit Creek Review put out a call for poems about 'The End of Days'. This was great for me, what with most of my poems being about the end of the world somehow. Mind you, it did worry me to realise that.
They actually chose the least apocalyptic one I sent in, 'What the Waiter Gave Me'. Take a look here, where there's plenty of other good stuff to comfort you as things fall apart.
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