This whole year is all a giant blur to me.

Ask me about specific happenings,

And I'll recount them to you faithfully.

While not all bad, 'Sixteen was saddening.

I lose my first grandparent April past,

And then in May my friends all graduate.

This summer starts a year of lasts,

Th'election choler and alarm conflates.

I'm swiftly losing all self-confidence.

I'm s'posed to leave for college soon,

But how, when all I am is fraudulent?

To fix it all, I've only got 'til June.

And as I walk this treach'rous, slipp'ry slope,

I fool myself that 'Seventeen has hope.