I'll greet the new year with resolve
to better myself and evolve
But first I must drain
myself of champagne
and make the damn room not revolve
I groan as I slide out of bed
I crawl on my knees to the head
The booze that I drank
I spew in the tank
and now I just wish I was dead
Happy new Year! Sorry--not so loud.
Image: Ahora Soy Rico (Rogelio A Gonzalez, 1952),
from that super blog, Six Martinis and the Seventh art.
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