WYE
The point where we’re all dancing to that song
By Jackie Wilson, and I’ve changed my shoes,
You’ve changed your dress, the floor needs to be strong
To bear the bliss of stress stored up to lose
There all at once. We’ve done it and it’s done.
Until the speeches came, the tent stayed dry,
The games were played. We’ve done it and we’ve won
The right to spin sore feet and raise hands high.
The months I’d spent obsessing over plugs
Seemed worth it as we lifted higher and higher
On wild fatigue and other friendly drugs,
a wedding to the deadline, to the wire.
The dancefloor’s full, the day is nearly done.
My heart is full. We dance. We’re here. We won.
STROUD
That New Year, we played Murder in the Dark
for hours – a lot of darkness, load of death.
It had a strong, consistent story arc
To freeze our little bones and stop our breath.
A house of many black holes, many ghouls
Sent screams and cackles echoing through the halls,
A game of fear with freshly blooded rules
Brought hordes of monsters creeping from the walls.
There’s never been another New Year’s Eve
Within a stretch of that long night in Stroud.
We spend our lifetime trying to retrieve
The first free, thrilling night that we’re allowed,
We strive, pretend, we wander far and wide,
But will not find a better place to hide.
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