The Last Christmas

I stand on the precipice

Staring longingly

Into the abyss

In future, I’m gonna

give that shit a miss.

Next Year,

Is just going to be like this:

I’m gonna be well

An’ I’m gonna be rich.


Will I accomplish this?

That matters not

You doubting Thomases

But you can hold me to it.

Next Christmas

Is going to be bliss.

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