Woohoo!
It's a new year eve.
Happy New Year!
Nah,
What's there to smile about?
Nothing at all.
So, no masking.
No faking no more.

What do we cellebrate?
When the public debt soars with the eagles,
The GDP excavates the parent rock,
The tax relief scrapped,
The wage dimminished,
The liabilities still running down,
The CBA consummates.

What do we cellebrate?
When the sun of life shut its golden balls,
With caliginous illumination,
The pathway dark forbondings paved,
The sole flat,
The ground is slippery,
No grip.
What?

What do we cellebrate?
What? What?
When the 'brethren' are devouring one another,
Friends betray,
The love of many waxing cold,
And the Lord's not returned.
What?
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