Monday, June 18, 2012

Sonnet 57 – Curling Up With My Portfolio

Sonnet 57 – Curling Up With My Portfolio
Oh, Baby, Baby, oh Baby, Baby
Of all the gin damn joints in all the world
There isn’t even a chance of maybe
All of my fast balls and sliders were hurled
I got nothing left in my bag of tricks
Which was almost empty to begin with
I’ve never been one of the first draft picks
And loving a broad for her mind is myth
I don’t believe the inspiring memes
Most of my sisters are better than me
And rule in spike heels and nylons with seams
And are younger and prettier to see
I failed as a playwright and as a wife
But at least I have a Bozo-free life

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