Not So Fast

O, Febfast, Febfast

not so fast

especially in a leap year

you think at 14

you’re halfway

but no no no

it’s halfway plus another day

it’s good

it’s bad

it’s what it is

a fad

to drive me mad

with longing and

to test resolve

each night

with tonic water

and no gin

I won’t give in

to lush desire

I’ll bite the boredom bullet

or expire