This Year Will Be Different

Those moments of sanity

sure do get in the way

Deep mind-numbing clarity

has led me astray

Oh, to escape back to a time

before it was too late

My kingdom for a rhyme

that rescues from hate

If a kiss after midnight

on the eve of a new year

Would change wrong to right

my lips, I'd gladly volunteer

But until it's guaranteed

my chapstick will stay in my purse

I've been brought to my knees

by a falseness, rehearsed

Tricked and trapped in a guise

with words sultry and alluring

Until tears fell from my eyes

from the stench of its manuring

Spread to get a result, without

regard for the outcome

Left a bad taste in my mouth

to its lure, I succumbed

But to live is to learn

and this lesson I give you

When the stench doesn't make your eyes burn

then, it's probably too good to be true