Thursday, August 16, 2012

Sonnet 68 -- Daydreams End at 63

Why look for Love when all the world’s aflame
By now we know we are the fools of dreams
Our sires, our luck, our blindness are to blame
Despite the bromides of rife Facebook memes
Our faces are wrinkled, our boobs doth sag
We will remain unfamous and dirt poor
I am naught but an aging rhyming hag
A good twenty years past a saucy whore
No longer can I await Prince Charming
Nor you for a witty and brilliant slut
Age has a way of neatly disarming
And kicking our fantasies in the gut
Today, today is our only pleasure
Let me learn at last to savor leisure

1 comment:

  1. speaking of the past, is that the back of your head in this photo?: