Sonnet XXI -- The Fizz is Gone

SONNET XXI – The Fizz is Gone

I see the fat and puffy aging broad

In my mirror and wonder who she is.

I think that makeup and dresses are a fraud

I’ve lost my luster and flattened my fizz.

I don’t read enough books or study the news,

Don’t know how people make music resound.

I never had children and paid those dues,

My future is just a hole in the ground.

But I can still write plays that never sell,

And bad sonnets by the passionate pound.

Vote for good guys and wish Boehner to Hell.

Try my best to get Obama recrowned.

I hope that I die before I need nurses,

Having  a few more blessings and curses.