last day of the year

the thread with which she sewed
her tapestry has run out,
all four needles have been lost
somewhere in the bed
where she propped up to sew,
to write against the cold,

it is an ugly work,
let us be honest,
the tapestry from this year was 
pure sick and dark,
ugly

there is an old saying to never
say, "things can't get worse,"

they can get worse and often do

those could be your last words

they were mine, maybe they felt I didn't care,
and maybe I did not

now even the gold thread weaved in the tapestry
has made it gaudy, bawdy 
no royal look to the piece 

we won't even call it art

and she, the other she 
in this year's story 
has turned to talking of debbie
having sex with a ghost
(and quite enjoying it)
and chakras and soul mate love
(yet, her love interest is scamming her,
catfish some might say)

the only thing that made sense
(or we wish/hope is true)
was her reading,
it said there would be karma,
a good karma this coming year
to repay the sick and ugly 

whatever, we will not add hopefully or wishing to it, 
they have another saying that
what you are doing as the clock
strikes midnight in the coming year
you will be doing it the whole year

so don't be crying,
or have a piece of onion in your tooth

and most of all,
do not be doing evil

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