A new year is on it’s way
… surely this year will be mine!
But resolutions turn to lies and deceit
And never forget ‘auld lang syne’
Take a mixture of vodka and pills
Stir in some vomit and tears
Take a final look around
There’ll be no more “Happy New Years”
‘And there’s the hand o’ my trusty fiere’
Reaching out in the misty light
Shall we ever ‘tak a cup o kindness’
again, on new years eve night?
© Rebecca Weston 2011