It left last year it left yesterday I don't miss you you killed Harambe yer gon you wretch you lovely little tennis ball you make me retch nice to see the menace fall you brought only death but the memes were grand but you killed Rickman, THAT I cannot stand two zero one six goodbye you year i see you got your kicks off of killing what was dear but it was fun I guess
Why am I no longer proud of this poem?
This is nonsense and it isn't particularly funny, nor is it clever, nor do I even feel this way about 2016 anymore.