I was dealt with a good news
So wanting to share my views
Truth is they must be thankful
End of the year seems fruitful . . .
You were forced to be stuck here
She is the one you hold dear
But I have to be in slumber
You were like an old timber . . .
This is not festive should mean
But those lights are going dim
Music should be loud and clear
Moving up to the next gear . . .
The night must be different
You've already paid the rent
Why am I feeling this sad
We should be merry and glad . . .
No more dough for the climax
Can't convince him to relax
A lot of things on my list
Then why should I feel like dissed!
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