New Years Resolution Poem by Nathan Strange

I've only had an hours sleep.
Those sleeping pills don't work.
Six of them I took.
I have work now and after that it's
the new years eve party.

I will have a good time;
smoke cigarettes until
my throat burns up.

Drink booze until I puke
my guts up and dance until
my legs dropp off.

But before that I have to serve people
their roast dinners and pretend to be happy
wondering if they will be good enough to tip.

Not many of them are.

I will be waiting for the clock to strike 7
and I dread coming in to work the next morning
to start all over again...

What kind of life is this?

My New Years resolution is to get a
new life.

I'm suffering from the same old thing on
New Years Eve.