If this were New Years Eve
You would wear this party hat
On your penis
And resolve to never drink again.
But it's Tuesday afternoon,
And really too cold for nakedness
So you're smoking, sober,
And keeping your party favors
In the traditional doodle bag.
And of what consequence is this for me?
Selfishly;
The nicest words I ever hear
have been uttered by you after too much beer.
So, for too many reasons
regardless of our seasons
I fear
this is goodbye my dear.
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