Notes About The Poem

plodding along

On the 7th day of Christmas
it was new year’s eve,
and on that midnight 2025 ended
- just like that -
with the poof of fireworks.

Did we have to rush right into 2026?
No. We could have talked about it,
and come up with a better alternative.

We’ve all seen money
- you know, dollars, euros and pounds - right?
Those little pieces of paper have no intrinsic value
- we all just agree on their worth.

We should've channeled that extrinsic power and agreed on something else,

Like deciding that the year after 2025 would be 2029.
You know, the midnight when 2025 ended - poof - 2029 could’ve begun.

We’re all adults - must we amortize this horrible mistake we made?

Think about it - Donald Trump would’ve been out of the White House in days.
Or is it the ‘Trump-Gold-House’ now?
It’s hard to keep up with CrAzY.
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Songs for this:
That's Me Trying - William Shatner
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Fallica Avatar
January 2, 2026 at 11:19 AM
<3 . Sure, we just have to decide it’s time. Like nations going from the divine right of kings & feudalism to government by the people, more or less. Or living as a man or a woman regardless of being born male or female. (Beats the Thorazine milkshakes & electroshock therapy that was the ‘treatment’ for trans when I was your age.)
Vionet Avatar
January 2, 2026 at 11:53 AM
We'll be ok. The world is interconnected in new ways now - we're exposed, psychologically to every atrocity and political upheaval on the planet - they pop-up as alerts on our phones, like they're emergencies and it's our responsibility to care. Meanwhile, we're in school, watching frisbee golf Tiktoks or sexually harassing our boyfriends/girlfriends. Oh, society is CrAzY here - now - and 'the west' is on the accepting end of the spectrum. Thank God, we're not Iranians. Trumpism is one reason I chose France - but Trumpism will pass too.
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