Steem-Pocalypse Poem Day 2--Round 2

Shoop

These end times
bring out the worst.
There she stood,
a person with whom
I could converse.
Finally find out
if I still work.

I swear, I stared, she was
my witness, and oh god
I remember having that
whole song memorized,
dancing around in our living
(we had a whole room for living)
room in our underwear

I walked away.
Then is not like today.