Decadent

Happy New Year confusion

Decadent

What decade is this if not 2020 at the start

In vision and vicissitude to you and future

Decadent in every way is in decline

A rocking chair or recliner define me

I must love you but only 10 years at a time

Because I get lost beyond that point

Since I only have 10 digits to count on

And they get lost when math becomes involved

Goes beyond my fingers which are always sticky

From finger licking chicken eaten on the side

Deplorables welcome me into their ranks

If I could be more sullied I would be delicious

Or is it delirious or something from the past

Odious becomes me because odious is best

And that is not a question

It is 2020 at least for 12 months or more

But who is keeping score

Certainly not me because as I stated

That thing about the fingers keeps me in my place

Decadent is not a state of mind or something pleasant

It is a decade with many days inside

One day I will have to leave them all behind

If I hold up two hands I'll let you decide

But not just right now because

I have at least 10 years to get beyond