Goodbye, 2025, you turbulent year,
A political bruise we’d rather not wear.
The screens kept flickering, polished yet hollow,
Bright lights, thin stories, too easy to swallow.
Blizzards kept melting, despite all the snow,
Nintendo kept asking for more than we owe.
You weren’t all cruel, we survived and we grew,
A decent year lived, but one we won’t renew.