#WritcoPoemChallenge
Harbinger of our doom,
Hurtling through space,
The asteroid is here too soon
to try ejaculate me once again out
of my place wish I had a mirror to reflect its toll back into that asteroids face counting the hours that I'd even
had a chance to get back
figure what the world how we gonna fight that
got me wondering what the world
I ain't got no app for that ...