Spring festival
Today’s the last day of this year.
We’re celebrating it right here.
Music’s on, but no one wants to hear.
Because my dad’s juggling with no gear.
And there’re only Coronas set near.
He’s drunk and that’s pretty much clear.
All I can hear is someone yelling OH DEER.
Then he’s soaked through with beer.
It’s such a scene I’d share with a peer.
And I am fiddling with my cat’s right ear.