What I Am - ON WRITING AND RUNNING

I’ve got that end-of-life depression mixing with the subterranean blues,
and at this point in the timeline I don’t think there’s much left to lose
I’ve done my best to piss off everyone including yours truly,
nothing left to do but exit while it’s gloomy
The melancholy has been around for quite some time,
I’ve run out of energy,
I’ve even lost my spine
Time to be silent, no more smart ass quips,
just empty the pockets and cash in the chips
No more dotted lines, no more paper work,
just vanish in the ether like the selfish jerk
That I Am