Sonnet 72 --Hurricanes, Weird Macs and Bitchy Moods
This Lady doth be like unto a bitch
How dare they call a hurricane “Sandy”?
The name should be that of an evil witch
Not some stupid female cotton candy!
Look at your life? Just look at mine! A waste!
No husband, children or play productions
Of success Reinhard’s never had one taste
No love has touched her thousand seductions
All she’s achieved is to somehow survive
And finally grown a crippled backbone
Sitting here waiting for the storm to arrive
Once more happier to be home alone
But even burdened with this stupid ass MS
I want to think I might still have success