Next Year
Next year I would fly like a turbojet;
Hold it, show skills like a super footballer
Making sure a goal is every kick at the net –
The crowd everywhere must holler and holler.
I’d be an eagle swooping for a kill;
My antics would leave the audience with a thrill;
I’d drop all those gimcrack friends – I’d be real;
To all obnoxious habits, I’d say nil.
But how do I say ‘No!’ to my dawdle?
Would I stop shifting blame but firm on my hustle?
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