Next Year

Next year I resolve to be famous and clever

I’ll host lavish parties and be livelier than ever

You’ll hear all about me on the 10 o’cock news

The poet who furiously fought the deep blues 

And squeezed ’til out popped a glorious muse

I’ll pen the story of the year and bow so deep

Money will rain fast and so many awards I’ll reap

Critics and shrieking fans’ll beat down my door

They’ll want to know my secrets and much more

I will laugh and my yacht’ll fade into the cool night

This adventurer is off to chase his dreams and write