That's A Wrap - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I leave behind an empty mind, lessened by the daily grind of past regrets, unhinged threats and a mounting pile of endless debts. It’s time for a new management. A change that’s a little less flatulent and greeted with some general consent. A chance to clear the air.
I’ve been downgraded from almost able to a status of quite unstable, that I now wear the label of a simple minded senior. In other words a geezer, awaiting impending seizure of my assets and my sanity. My car. My house. My vanity. And while I’m fighting gravity, I want to spew profanity, an unpromising strategy for finding positivity. My proclivity for lots of whining and ridiculous repetitive rhyming has been driving people away. I will cease my scribbling that’s more crap and claptrap than a vague attempt at nerdish rap. As you might discern, I’ve grown tired, stuck in the mire with a festering ire that will thankfully expire when I do.
Sorry.