A Brand New Year is BornA Brand New Year is Born3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Another year is passing soon,
And we embrace the change.
That old year "1" has gave us none,
But brokenness and pain.
His greediness has drained us all,
We've no money left to speak.
Its time to take what should be ours,
Take back our money,
Steal his teeth!
With his passing comes a new,
His name is number "2."
He's bright and small but most of all,
He's gosh-darn, friggin cute.
Who knows what he will grow to be,
He's still a year in training.
Elections coming soon enough,
He's probably campaigning.
He has no mother nor a dad,
Just good ol' Uncle Sam.
We'll try to raise him big and strong,
So our country can still stand.
We'll guide his steps, with no regret,
Like no other year before.
Just keep the hope,
A new year's come at last.