New Year’s Day is almost here,
Will you be drinking coffee, vodka or beer?
Will you be spending time, with people who are nice?
Or will you be hanging, with people cold as ice?
As for yours truly, I know where I will be,
When the clock strikes twelve, then one, and then three.
I’ll be asleep, sound asleep as one can be,
Dreaming of warm beaches, along a crystal sea.
Because I’m exhausted, it’s been a long year,
I’ve worked and I’ve worked, and I write as you can see.
There has been little rest, for The Great Culture Monk,
Though some say I’m not great, they call me a “punk”.
And to my detractors, to those who say I suck,
I’m not going away any time soon, you can go…..cluck yourselves.
Sadly I fear, philosophy is dying,
People don’t give a shit about it, and it leaves me crying.
My life has been spent, pursuing my love of wisdom and reading,
Yet books grow dusty on shelves, and it leaves me seething.
I wonder if there is a place, in the world for me,
A coffee house philosopher, who’s not very fond of tea.
This year I’ll pursue a Doctorate, in philosophy a PhD,
But is it all a waste of time, in a culture of triviality?
I don’t really know, all the answers are beyond my reach,
So I will just keep espousing philosophy, it will be wisdom and ethics I teach.
So on this Monday, a few days before the end of the year,
I want to wish you the best of days, to you I send some New Year’s cheer.
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