I'll Bring The Cold Cuts

Wouldn't it be fun to throw a party on that last day

Wouldn't it be right to stall individual homecoming --

The dismal lighting and having to notice the dust

On things and the lack of savor to what's still in the fridge

The beginnings of dysphoria not shaken by the inert

Prose of the books around -- you know, pep them up,

Wouldn't that be the right thing to do for all involved?

Corny hats, even, the ones with elastic bands to go

Around the chin, and noise makers, too, since when

You think about it, it's kind of a New Year's blast-off,

And there can be non-alcoholic punch to keep clear-eyed

Don't want to get weepy, just send out for sandwiches

Play some good tunes, hold hands, then, later, go to sleep.


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