Budget Blues Poem by John Sensele

When at long last twenty sixteen died
A slow and sepulchral death
In December, few minds could remember they said
They loved twenty sixteen and wished it good health.

When at long last December twenty sixteen came
Lads and lasses clinked glasses
Boozed like fish and forget the aim
They set for the poor bereft of vintage vases.

When at long last Xmas fireworks
Lit up Kitwe skies
At midnight with few pecuniary perks
Housemaids emitted strident cries.

When at long last revelers came to their senses
With hollow pockets
Dockets and rockets of bloated balances
Debris of debts, tears and fears sear their budget sockets.