Frenchf
Dec 31, 2012

Eve of 2013

Vomit spewing everywhere,
On her face and in her hair
Pretty girl of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Angry man at passing station
Does he represent the nation?
Fights his friend of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Unable to stand upright
rowdy reveller of the night
Damaged liver from yesteryear
Dead drunk

Singing loudly, beer in hand
Unconscious to their fellow man
Enforced ASBO yesteryear
Dead drunk

Unknown lovers, tongues entwined,
Hope burgeoning in their minds
Passions flowing from yesteryear
Dead drunk

Body falling out of dress
Breasts part displayed, what a mess
Clothed in food of yesteryear
Dead drunk

Going home on the tube
Surrounded by the crude and lewd
I thank the Lord that I am not
Dead drunk

About This Poem

Last Few Words: Oh dear the worst of British New Year's Eve

Editing Stage: Not actively editing

About the Author

Country/Region: Uk south east London

Favorite Poets: Wilde

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Comments

weirdelf

it's like 52 Friday nights squashed into one. Everyone trying desperately hard to have fun. It doesn't mean I haven't been one of them, and done all of the above. This NYE I had worked hard physical work all day and had to do the same the next day, so all the celebrations were annoying.

But I woke up feeling better than I ever have on the 1st of January before.

Love the poem, don't care to quibble over minor matters of scansion etc if you will forgive me.

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