Continent - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I have been traveling cross the continent
in search of missing consonants
an occasional vowel I have dropped
while writing many malaprops
I feel as if my life's a pain
because I lack a functional brain
there are rarely things to celebrate
but fortunately there is less to hate
I suffer from the marks of age
and smolder with a mindless rage
I still have moments of ancient lust
I think of shapely hips and just
vacillate from smile to scream
I find I'm lost in a nightly dream
I harbor and unnerving doubt
to determine what my life's about