The Hell Of New Years Eve

It's nearing time to meet the fakes,

That all year I've not seen,

I kid myself I have to go,

To these places so obscene.

The peer pressures mounting,

In my fake and funny mask,

Another day that's all it is,

No different from the last.

The Landlord rubs his hands,

As he poured another beer,

I hand him my last £20,

Thank god It's once a year.

The pubs and bars are heaving,

The tills ring all night long,

Auld lang syne is played again,

How I hate that bloody song.

The taxi queue is 2 miles long,

The 3 hour wait It beckons, 

Good will and all that hugging,

Forgotten in just seconds.

Bodies lie In drunken states,

Like a horror movie scene,

I try to find a policeman,

But they are nowhere to be seen.

My pockets are now empty,

I'm freezing cold and pissed,

I'll tell myself I had great fun,

At a cost of just one kiss.

At last the chimes have finished,

It's now the time to grieve,

A month without a penny,

The hell of New years Eve.