Bow Out, 2020 (You Overstayed Your Welcome)

Poem for the new year

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Looking up and ahead,
Let’s put this year out to bed;
A collective sigh
Of relief,
A general gasp
Of disbelief:
That we made it,
That we cheered,
To have this year fully cleared.

No-one will remember much
Of the twelve months past,
Of the appalling luck
That we’ve all been
Beset by;
I really shan’t tell a lie
In my saying that,
Looking back,
I wish to bid the kindest
Fuck You
To this year we’ve all been through.

2020, choke on that
Which you’ve so keenly reaped;
These past twelve months
Are yours to keep.
Stay in tow, stay behind,
Remain forgotten and out of mind.