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
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Author:
Beck (
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Comments2
Clever and cute the choice of the rhyming word to rhyme with resolution and its meaning for the season is great.
Nicely done, your poem revolves around the struggle and often humorous futility of making New Year’s resolutions. The poet reflects on the cyclical nature of setting goals for self-improvement each year, only to find themselves unchanged and disillusioned with the process.
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