Another Year Older

I wasn’t exactly

Born happy

Lacking, as I did,

In good cheer and mirth

And now all I can say

As I celebrate, today

Is that this shit’s only

Got worse

Pre Booked Fun

Are you
sure I
have to
come out
tonight

As I
really
can’t
be
arsed

Apart
from
anything
my face is
a fright

And the
will
to get
dressed
is sparse