The Fourth Deadly Virtue

Once upon a time I stayed
Awake ’til Auld Lang Syne had played
And puberty had hit Times Square;
The ball drops now, and I’m not there.
As midnight happens on TV
Don’t glance around the room for me
Unless that room contains a bed.
Enjoy your noise; I’ll sleep instead.
When morning comes I’ll greet the year
With pillow creases ear to ear,
But nothing else my head will split.
(If there’s a plus to sloth, that’s it.)

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