Jubilant January

jubilant january

At the end of the month

The end of a crusade

Lasting (for)four days

Like a toilet bowl flush

Three promises broken

Two hearts that were stolen

Five people are knowing

That one boy isn't golden

One night was a joke

A scheme diabolical

Two outrageous to be considered human

Ended with a kiss

And a dick on her lips

And a relationship twist

That was expunged the next day

Soot, burning of timber

The washing of waves over the boys face

Cleaning his mortal soul

Made his January jubilant

And his road paved with gold

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