This day my New Year’s Toast
will sound more like a Friar’s Roast...
if I can stir a little wit
to get some humor out of it.
Our Prez spent his time writing Tweets
that never read like Donne or Keats.
The Pols would blame the other hue
for what went wrong the whole year
through.
We had a vote to make our choice
but perps still try to still our voice.
Say what you will about this year
but we, at least, don’t live in fear.
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