POETRY FOR THE MASSES

Nu Year

thought n.99

Image by Rudy and Peter Skitterians from Pixabay

Fucking New Year’s Eve
Pardon the language
You won’t have me
No
Not a fan
Of your fun nor
of your expectations
induced
Forced
Craze
Let’s have a party
Let’s have it not
If you’re a real friend
Don’t
Invite
Me
Ever to
The mighty Eve’s cool
I’m gonna sleep through you
Hahaha
See you on the other side
Of the sun and
Yo
It’s morning
Crown
On my head I’m
Happily bored
Sincere
Fuck you
The thrill of the night
Last night
To
Night
Last one of another one
With a different name
Not as important as
New Years Eve
I don’t want to go
Take me home
Oh no
That’s where I am already so
Leave me here
Let me be
Alone
Or not
But without the rush
No press
Ure
The best time of my life
When I forget about the world
And see it clear
There’s no one here