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Contemptible.org - Writing - Poems - Happy New Year

Happy New Year

Here is to the woman with the pills
who shares her stash with us all
And here is to the other with the weed
ever a participant for the good time
The coke and dust helped us all along

The man with the beer was a friend
and the girl with the wine underage
but we all got on just fine
It's another year and celebrate it we will!
no matter what the outcome

The woman with the stash
take for instance
lost her job directly after New Years day
The other with the wine
Was in a car wreck with some other young people
The man with the beer fucked his neighbors wife
Now they hate each other as his wife and she
Were best friends and all for a Happy New Years

All in the name of celebrating another year alive
It's all relative actually
If it hadn't have been New Years if would have probably
been another holiday anyhow
or maybe just another day
Next year will be the same
and every year after

Or will it?
I mean really, there is always the biggest consequence
Of having that good time
The death of us all

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