Time to Make the Donuts

Another year. Almost.
The eve of aught 5.
Really not that different from the
Eve of aught 4.

I wake, eat, work, play.
Wake, eat, work, play.
Wake, eat, work, play.
Not much is going to
Change at midnight.

Even if my job, my love life
Or anythiing else changes,
It's still just wake, eat, work, play.

I feel like the Dunkin' Donut man.
Some days with all his
Desperation.
Some days with a smile.

Aught 5, here we come.