Another pointless evening.
Dinner starts too early,
And ends too late,
Like every year.
I wasn’t in the mood.
Pretend,
Fake laughs,
Play the fool.
“Go ahead, show off, Fido.”
A prostitute on demand,
Dressed as a clown.
Afterward,
I’m not the last one to show up
At this crazy fair.
What I prefer
Is when it hits out of nowhere.
A call at 2 a.m.,
A text that spirals,
Something unexpected.
Maybe I’m just lost.
A little moment of shared cynicism,
It passes the time.
And then,
“Kisses, see you next year!”
Dirty laughs,
Elbow nudges,
And we part with promises.
We’ll do this again, right?
While deep down, all year long,
We hide behind fake smiles,
Never saying what we should really say.
Here’s The Original Version in French
Mielleurs voeux
Encore une soirée à la con.
Repas qui commence trop tôt
Pour finir trop tard.
comme chaque année.
Moi, j’avais pas l’envie.
Faire semblant,
rire pour de faux,
jouer à l'idiot
« Vas-y fait le beau, Médor »
Une putain sur demande,
Déguisée en clown.
Après,
je suis pas le dernier à me pointer
dans cette foire d'empoigne.
Ce que je préfère,
c’est quand ça tombe sans prévenir.
Un appel à 2h du matin,
un texte qui dérape,
quelque chose d'imprévu.
Peut-être que je suis juste largué.
Un petit moment de cynisme partagé,
ça fait passer le temps.
Et puis,
"Bisous, à l’année prochaine !"
Rires gras,
coup de coude,
et on se quitte sur des promesses.
On remet ça, hein ?
Alors qu’au fond, pendant
toute l’année,
on se cache derrière des faux sourires,
sans jamais dire ce qu’il faudrait vraiment dire.
Have you ever experienced those moments of celebration where everything feels forced, just to follow tradition?
Share your experiences in the comments, I’d love to hear your thoughts! 👇
Peace & Bliss
Aaron.
What a cynical almost dismissive look at life. You hit the nail on the head with this one Aaron!
Yes, there's been many a time I've been at "parties" such as this, where I was the "weirdo" the "woowoo" guy who couldn't even be a thread of himself, let alone talk about poetry. IDK, maybe it intimidates people, maybe it doesn't compute with their brain wiring, maybe they're embarrassed for me, idk...
Do you write originally in French and then translate to English? If so, that's awesome.
Great poem!