New Year

New year, new me!It's that time of the year again where we make promises we never actually meanbefore that strike of midnight we take shots of apologies to our empty promises  First shot for eating healthySecond shot for exercisingThird shot for trying to quit smokingFourth shot for trying to quit drinking The last one was a joke because i forgot what what i was talking about…I’m probably trying to forget how little i've accomplished this year  Anyways i'll keep drinking my fake apologies And hopefully realize New year's shouldn't be about new goalsIt should be about continuing goalsDon't drink yourself out of potential  

This poem is about: 
Our world

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