A/N: I have updated this according to some constructive criticism. The review, I believe, did not realize how personal this poem is. I just wanted to make that clear here.

“New Year’s Revolution”

I Know Why

Resolutions Fail

They’re realistically lofty

Simple, fleeting…just a statement

To resolve is to lie.

So the year ends,

And the next will be better

Maybe this is why

Cynics live longer

Or is it the other

Way around

The heart is an optimist

Winning over the mind

In celebrations of end year foolery

Saying isn’t so

Doing is believing

I decree today

And end to resolutions

With the slip of a tongue

It’s time

For a New Year’s Revolution

What is tradition worth?

When things just keep

Getting worse

We cling to the past,

Yet talk of moving forward

Hypocrisy corrodes,

It will fall under the Revolution

Take to the streets,

Chant in vernacular

It’s time for a New Year’s Revolution

           

Three Hundred and Sixty Three Days

            Living at home, watching it become

            A hollow house

           

            The Spirit is MIA,

            Is it lost in Iraq?

            Or the medicine they ordered

            Into you?

            Or the medicine

you down yourself in secret?

            Is that a way to live?

           

            The Home-House keeps taking, expecting.

            I’m compelled to comply.

            GoodNIGHT!

            Two Oh Oh Four shall be

The Year of the Self

Isn’t it time of a

New Year’s Revolution?

Don’t resolve, revolt!

A change might happen

            Two peas in a pod

            Disgusted in their differences

            Blinded by their blood,

            They resolve to change their ways

            They want the same things,

            A fast a fleeting thing

            Called glee

Isn’t it time for a

New Year’s Revolution?

Yet do we know how to revolt

Against ourselves?