2015 and I were both run ragged,
Each surfeited with its mundane cycle
But we were nonetheless prepared to see it out in style,
The flighty temptress that it was.
The night turned swiftly
(Or so I’ve been told);
Within a few short hours I was racing time for an impermissible kiss,
One that I am still paying for.
I was determined to remain vertical,
Didn’t waver in abdicating those adversary shoes.
I don’t recall falling yet here I am
Becoming quite acquainted with the floor.
Arsehole, I called him, because that is simply the truth
And this sweet nectar won’t permit anything else.
I did it again and again, again, again
As the haziness splashed messily from my head to my toes.
Someone finally returned me to my feet – a misguided saviour
Who coerced me back downstairs like The Pied Piper
To rejoin my herd with singing and swaying
As we ceremoniously attended the funeral of 2015
And christened 2016 with another drink.