Sitting, standing, fleeing

trembling to the ceiling

Frustration aching through

When another year floats up astew

 

Soddened, Scrooged and scathing

A year of merciless disembowling

Taut in all the wrong places

Left ever thin as black mudied laces

 

Criticism can't be caught when it's so fericuously fraught

Malplaced friendly fire leaving cantankerous colleagues in the mire

 

The only hope is for escape

Down the road or to some sunny cape

Anywhere this time next year

Anywhere than be right here