well what do you know
another year down
another poem
to put a smile
on the faces
of the faceless
another witticism
and one more point
to jab in the eye
of the sleeping
masses

another day
to have rufuz walk you
one more year
of fighting for some attention
because deep down
he's the one
with all the personality

one more year
to sleep without
a nightmare
another year
to get it right
one more time
to straighten out
get yourself off the shelf
and do
what you know
you have to

another year
of aimless beachcombing
bikini watching
and sunburns
but please
make it your last year
of driving like you're
from jersey

and to think
only forty nine more years
'til you're a century old