There’s a simple explanation
For my lack of inclination
To indulge in the formation
Of a New Year’s resolution.
 
Though it isn’t quite revulsion
There’s a clear lack of compulsion
That could lead to my expulsion
From your New Year’s dissolution.
 
For I know, without exception,
All attempts at deep reflection
Would be merely self-deception
Causing foolish obligations
 
To impose untold restrictions
And abandon my addictions
To some foolish New Year’s fiction
Fraught with cruel self-castigation
 
And my poem’s culmination
Is that simple explanation
For my insubordination
Toward New Year’s resolutions
 
I don’t wanna!

 

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