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new year's peeve
fucking new years
no, i don't want
to go out
put on a dress
that suddenly betrays
my measurements
painful
shoes that
only look
good
up in the air
trying to have some
transcendental
fucking
experience
it never lives up
to your
expectations
anyway
give me
my couch
and
a fat joint
cheap beer
and a cryogenic
Dick Clark
wondering how
this year
will come to
disappoint
(they always do)
fucking new years....
no, i don't want
to go out
put on a dress
that suddenly betrays
my measurements
painful
shoes that
only look
good
up in the air
trying to have some
transcendental
fucking
experience
it never lives up
to your
expectations
anyway
give me
my couch
and
a fat joint
cheap beer
and a cryogenic
Dick Clark
wondering how
this year
will come to
disappoint
(they always do)
fucking new years....
Published 21st Jan 2011
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Anonymous
21st Jan 2011 10:09pm
A charming and funny poem, down-to-earth and cynical in the most refreshing way.
28th Jan 2011 1:52pm
Thanks so much Jack; I am unbelievably flattered that a poet of your caliber not only read a poem that I wrote, but actually liked it....that made my day! :)
24th Jan 2011 6:01am
24th Jan 2011 1:34pm
I don't remember a New Years that was Happy in my entire life. Expecting some miraculous change that would put more money in my pocket and p***y on my junk (<---S tryin' to be hip or fly for an aging white guy). Never happens. I always ended up drunk or disappointed or both. No strange, no change. Thanks for sharing!
28th Jan 2011 1:55pm
Oh Scott, you are always hip in my book dear!Thanks for the comment-you crack me up! :)
