Another Year

So, obviously from this poem, I was extremely impressed with the neighbors' New Year's party in 2008.  NOT.  I was grumpy... I think maybe I had to work that New Year's Day, and i was really just wishing that they would be quieter so that I could go to sleep.

I’ve never really understood
What the big deal is
I mean, what ARE we celebrating?
Another year passing?
I thought that’s what
Birthdays are for.                                           
All I see are
People getting drunk
And everyone
Staring obsessively
At a BALL.
Wowwwwwwwwwwww.
Talk about being
Underwhelmed.
So it’s New Year’s.
Big Whoopdeedo.
Blow your noisemakers,
Wave your sparklers,
Kiss somebody—
Somebody you’re not even sure you like,
Drink your stinking champagne,
And sing “Auld Lang Syne”—
And get done with it already.