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.