A Fiscal Kind of Think

Woke up in my coffin
a cigar in my right hand,
how I lit it in this box
I'll never understand.

But, I've got to get a grip on things
I can't even grasp a detail,
I barely can muster up the strength
to find out I'm so very frail.

I just can't keep up with myself,
believe me I have tried;
and when I think I know my way
I find out I may have lied.

I never used to be this way
I complain not, of my plight;
but, my condition has me so confused
I sit befuddled, both day and night.

I wonder, much more often than not,
if anyone else has seen,
that I've not been myself, of late;
could I have possibly gotten away clean?

I cannot be the only one
struggling with the end of each year;
sure, it's both frantic and mind boggling,
but, it's not a thing to fear.

Next year, I believe I'll change my view,
to a "fiscal kind of think";
that way December's end, won't give
me problems, that lend towards drink.

For, year-end holidays and football
have me almost barking at the moon;
so, next year I'll commit and finish everything,
and it'll just be June!