It's another a happy new year SKЯ3W,
N I'm not sure what to do.
I know nothing, I need a clue,
But still a Merry 2,0,2,5 Year to U.
We got a sky full of drones,
N AIs infiltrated all R phones.
And in very hushed tones,
There's probably Donald Trump clones.
The Palestinians war in Gaza,
Is still a genocidal palaver.
It's a sick racial carve up,
N we can't even post the drama.
N then we go to Ukraine,
Where the Democrats went insane.
Hunters Bio labs were a drain,
NATO thinkin nuclear wars jus a game.
But over here in the UK,
What can we now legally say?
Starmer's secret police is on its way,
Go N delete them social media memes away.
He ain't got the ppl on his side,
N there's probably gonna be a farmers strike.
Clarkson n Farage R causing riots,
N we're all waiting for a new plebiscite.
We got clashes with police violence,
Over Albanian coke dealing migrants.
Just know that Turkish barber parlance,
Is from their white snot stuck a mile up.
So what 2 say about me,
Life ain't been a great party.
I got winters jip on my metal knee,
N still no shrink will go near me.
And I got a diseased heart problem,
N a lil chronic liver disease problem.
Don't forget my swollen leg problem,
N a teeny weeny legal problem.
Now u might think a SKЯ3W,
Is an easy poem 2 pen, or do.
My rhymes r easy, but dark n blue,
But I recite wiv a gob full of glue.
But enuff about me,
We see this New Year in with glee.
N if an AI robot takes ur job pls,
Don't blame my own coding deeds!
So it's another New Year,
Go N pour another beer.
Don't shed any Skrewball tears,
Coz I still hope 2 spread some cheer!
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