It's The End of The World and We Are All Going To Die
The city I’m in has declared a state of emergency because we’re about to get the worst snowstorm we’ve had since the ’90s. My office also reeks of wet cat food and feline diarrhea.
Is this what you want, Bear? Disaster and pain?
My last post was about how all my negative posts get the most feedback—and that one is now my top post. Again, I’m ashamed of you, but thanks for reading. Still, do yourself a favor and look for a little more joy.
Here’s a weird ass poem I wrote.