I'm skip hopping the ropes
Tired of trying to cope,
losing sight of all hope,
taking all the dope.
On a slippery *****
A random  country goat,
the paddles without a boat.
I try to warm the air,
but arn't no country fair,
I'm in the city,
and a zombie.
Tells me to stop writing
I want my old life back please,
Before I'm deceased,
but wouldn't you believe....
In 50 years , I have my legacy.
It will be my poetry.