yeah, yeah, promises, promises…
I rarely see the light of day
I barely last a week
You never honor what you say
The blatant truth I speak
I’m bantered, tossed and thrown about
and often, willy nilly
Don’t pledge my oath if you’re in doubt
It’s kind of fucking silly
So many times I’m guaranteed
Or promised on a whim
If on the front foot, you can’t lead
Results are always grim
I’m not your weight loss trainer, mate
That’s getting pretty old
Nor smoker’s guide to clean the slate
That turkey’s just gone cold
No, don’t commit that booze you’ll quit
Then lay the rap on me
You want a raise, then drop the shit
Just ask the Boss man, see?
I won’t be held accountable
For all these wayward calls
No fear is insurmountable
Just grow some bloody balls
Your habits aren’t my problem folks
Don’t blame The Resolution
Man up for once and cut the jokes
Yes, be the damned solution!
The New Year rings in many things
Pacts made and sworn and spoken
While bullshit reigns on drunken wings
I’ll always be a token…
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Copyright P J Ross
01012017
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