Another twelve months,
what have we learnt?
Nothing much,
as much has burnt,
as habits remain,
it\'s not our \"nature\",
it\'s human \"design\",
that is our feature,
that elects a clown,
to have the power,
we like the filth,
no need for shower,
we need such errors,
for conversation,
as change, is fear,
it\'s condemnation,
for places in line,
will sure be lost,
as true reshuffle,
is true cost,
deep down, we like,
an Eton mess,
we point our fingers,
but won\'t confess,
watching the horrors,
on TV screens,
mangled scriptures,
prolong the means,
both hate and love,
provided so,
such stale wars,
no need to grow,
a base hope stirs,
underneath,
our poor operation,
that makes our wreath,
in such a storm,
we have to alter,
to revalidate,
before the altar,
it would be nice,
to scrub bad joke,
that is retold,
by sleeping woke,
and to repair,
what we have shattered,
to believe,
what truly matters,
make better custodians,
of the Earth,
thus, a rightful choice
is to birth,
you may think me,
a naive brat,
but your experience,
lengthens the gap,
I know there can\'t
be a pause in machine,
but the cogs in motion,
remain unclean,
so, until such time,
no Happy New Year,
it\'s simply a case of,
Crappy New Tear!