A new year, a new start?

Don’t make me laugh 

Nobody gives a fart 

Whether it’s old or new

The year just flew

Stuck in your ways

Over endless days

That all seemed the same

Mainly tears and pain

And the fact remains

That it never seems to end

On whom can we depend?

Oh, and what’s a ‘real friend’?

‘

Cos when the chips are down

And you look all around

There’s no one there

For your problems to share

Or to lend you a hand

When not feeling so grand

In fact, feeling sick

As they all take the Mick

As well as your love

Oh heavens above!

 

If there is really a God

Then why do we feel

That we don’t want to kneel

‘Cos there’s no point in praying

Hey listen to what I’m saying!

Is there anyone there?

As I blurt out my prayer 

A new year please, a new start? 

I just knew it...no one still gives a fart

(Remember, a poem doesn’t always reflect the

actual life or feelings of the writer)