Time of Fizz
It is just my rotten luck
With this broken down heap
That I am the one stuck
Taking care of this jeep.
I stand and curse fate
That has made me feel
That at this going rate
I've the worse end of the deal.
Broken down cars
A broken heart
No help from the stars
So where do I start?
How do I get out of this rut?
Can life get any better?
Do I keep getting hit in the gut
Or just keep on my sweater?
It has been one of those weeks
That seems to have no end
All low points and no peaks
And nary a friend.
This too shall pass
As it is what it is
My time of glass
The time of fizz.
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2009
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