This new year’s eve, there’s no reprieve
from ghosts of old years past.
The orange pall which cloaked us all
now seems that it will last.
It needs another twenty days
to dissipate its frisson,
and then another several months
to put that pall in prison.
There’ll be no horns or party hats
until inauguration.
But, once you hear that bible slam,
begin the celebration.
So what if our new year starts off
with twenty days in hock.
We need time to recuperate
from four years spent in shock.
So, give the first two weeks
of twenty-one to forty-five.
And celebrate the fact
that we survived his reign alive.
Should he return in twenty-four,
he’ll be laughed off the stage.
His tired act begs no encore.
It’s simply old-age rage.
Besides, if he has any thoughts
of returning a savior,
he’ll have to somehow work in
four years off for good behavior.