Quick, the football starts soon, must write this now
The heat's been on since afternoon to beat
The cold, I've read Viv Albertine's book, ploughed
Through most of the long second half of it
The post-Slits period. This morning the light
Of dawn was seen in a strange room after
A few hours' much-needed sleep, for last night
Was, of course, New Year's Eve. I strayed from the
Path of righteousness, sobriety a
Victim of circumstance more than a vow
To party like crazy, get my throat wet
With booze. It just happened, okay? No fear -
I'm straight back on the wagon. Last year bowed
Out nicely, now this year I must compete
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