AMATEUR NIGHT IS UPON US,
WHEN AMATEURS CELEBRATE THE NIGHT,
WHICH WITH A FLURRY OF COCKTAILS,
RINGS IN THE NEW YEAR'S LIGHT.
AMATEURS ARE OUT IN FULL FORCE,
LEAVING A TRAIL OF PUKE IN THEIR WAKE.
SHOOTING WHISKEY FLAVORED WITH CINNAMON,
AND VODKA THAT TASTES OF CAKE.
AMATEURS ARE OUT TOASTING,
AND I CURSE THEM EVERY YEAR,
WITH THEIR STUPID HATS AND NOISE-MAKERS,
ORDERING SOAPY HOPPED-UP BEER.
AMATEURS RUIN THE EVENING,
I'D RATHER BE HOME IN BED,
BUT AS SOON AS I JOIN THEM IN COCKTAILS,
I FORGET WHAT I JUST SAID.