Is it over yet, have they all gone away?

Things were just so uptight and awkward

that I’m glad we’re at the end of the day

as those people make me feel so cornered.

I never liked these parties, these festivities

and do we really have to do this every year?

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They’re all so idiosyncratic, with their sensitivities

that it makes me want to hit the bar for a beer.

I’m astonished how you could be related to

that big batch of unthinking Neanderthals.

I’m sure they found you floating in a canoe

and there began your long tour of downfalls.

You are a radiant rose emerging from a dreary mud

I shall forever question if you share the same blood.