I hope next year
You get
Everything
You deserve
I can’t tell you
How many times
I’ve stood
In this very spot
At all these
Holiday parties
In dresses
I can’t afford
And watched
As you worked the room
And solidified deals
And stoked the fires
Of money worship
Amongst the hoi polloi
And every year
A new one drops
From suicide
From overdoses
From not being able
To forgive themselves
For what they did
And what they
Agreed to do
How come you never
Walk up to me
With those deals of yours?
Is it because
You’re married
To my sister?
Trying to keep
The business
Out of the family?
And what if I want in?
What are my--
Knowing me
Knowing me
The way you do
What are my odds
Of being one of the lucky people
Who get to come back here
Year after year
Looking worse and worse
Hair falling out
Weight piling on
Teeth rotten
Popping what I expect
Are antidepressants
The whole time
They’re here
Are you protecting me
Because you like me
Or because you think
Losing me
Would cripple her?
You want to know something?
She wouldn’t care
All that much
She’s got you
And you’re her basket
She put all her eggs
Right there
In that stock portfolio
Of yours
What do you think
Is going to happen
Next year?
I mean, none of us know, do we?
But I’m sure you’ve heard
The same things I have
About the FBI
And the questions
They’ve been asking
Your associates
Some of your unlucky friends
Who are here tonight
Sweating
Because they can’t look you
In the eye
And they know
You probably know why
But hey--light the lights
No reason we can’t
Enjoy the moment
I know I’m enjoying it
This little spot
In this corner
Of your obscenely large
Living room
Has never felt
Like a place
I wanted to be
Until now
But knowing
None of it
Will be here
In a few months?
I’ve grown sentimental over it
I guess
But maybe
You’ll be okay
You never know
All you can do is hope
That you get
Exactly
What you
Deserve
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