Another year

December 31, 2014

The bar stool prophet
Looked sad
This new year’s eve
As he sat there
Sipping some gut rot
Or another
As I grabbed the stool
Next to his
And kicked up my feet
I said happy new year
And may it be better than the last
He turned to new
With a wry look
And said in a slight slur
Quote me on it
The new year’ll come
And these fat cats
Will still be
counting their green
As these poor saps
Are begging for tarnished
Nickels, quarters, and dimes

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