Raised glasses,
Smiles and cheery faces,
Commemorating one more lap
Around a flaming ball
Of hydrogen.

Old grudges
And disturbing feelings,
Tucked away from sight
Like stinky socks
Within some
Random drawer.

“Everything will be ok”
And other self-comforting lies
Passed around the table,
Along with the cranberry sauce
And mashed potatoes.

Fuck that shit!

It’s time for boldness
And high risk taking.
Time to piss off those
Who want us silent.

Time to stand up naked
In front of our own fears
And kick their teeth out
With our bare hearts.

The world can die out
With a whimper if it wants to.

I’ll go down fighting.