by J.J. Campbell
the howling winds are
bringing in 2008 like a
cold and bitter mistress
after watching dick
clark mumble through
yet another countdown
i couldn't help but
notice the smell of
death festering in
the wall behind the
couch
yet another new year
without a kiss
i wonder if it still
makes sense for me
to chase pussy at my
age after two years
of no luck at all
this will be the year
i get carpal tunnel
and my dick falls off
good times
good times
i'll be shoveling
snow come morning
hopefully dirt has a
date with that shovel
in the near future
March 2, 2009
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