On New Year’s Eve My Vision Grows Wider

 

On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider/

I party at Patty’s, eat chicken and rice/

I don’t give a damn cause of the cider./

 

Our talking starts low but proceeds louder

The discussion is critical, yet nice

On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider.

 

Dog Willy is a constant invader

Dear dog who wants to hump we don’t entice

I don’t give a damn cause of the cider.

 

Patty’s story about her weed eater

Is a metaphor for Jesus Christ

On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider.

 

So many plants, hardly a single spider

I was only bitten once or twice

I don’t give a damn cause of the cider.

 

When a taxi refuses this rider

At this late hour grimy bus will suffice

On New Year’s Eve my vision grows wider

I don’t give a damn cause of the cider.

 

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