E Poetry

Happy New Year... Not

I will forever be tired to hear,
Have a happy new year!
But the reason that makes it sad,
New Year! New Me!
Eh hem, bitch where?
Foolishness, Crap, Utter Confusion.
Are you trying to tell me,
That because it's now January 1,
Your gonna switch your soul for a new one?

My new year resolution... not
Be less bitchy, get better grades
By January ends, you still haven't changed.
Whats the use? Why the fuss?
You don't look stupid at all.
My sarcasm, my bad.
You look absolutely mad! Excuse my mouth.

Lastly, maybe even least,
Those foolish cards that fill my box.
Or those unnecessary emails.
Or those unread new year paragraphs.
Okay! I get it!
You add one to the last number of the year.
Yay! Yipyip! Horaay! We did it!
Please notice my sarcasm.

The only thing I really notice,
Or care to any way.
Is the fact that its my birthday!
Im salty, unsatisfied, unhappy about that fact 'cause
Instead of celebrating the birth of me,
People celebrate the transition into a new month.

End.

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