why do I make resolutions?
will I ever change?
every year a new solution
Yet I am still the same
I inhale sweet pollution
a different flavor every year
but now with retribution
after the ball drop cheer
my diet is a constitution
guilty pleasures await
my body, my institution
I don’t care the date
the ritual of absolution
of a commitment I must make
feels like personal destitution
an action I’d rather fake
would you like my allocution?
well I have no remorse
there is no attribution
because I won’t stay the course
here’s a substitution
my offering to midnight
my only contribution
is nothing, out of spite