drafting my piece, the end is nigh, high off something at my wits end, I'm done, writer's block or poets block, whichever is right, for the masses and the crowd. writing my piece, for my funeral and it is a must read and comment your reviews after, so I may read them as I pass on to the afterlife or in my next life, tell my wife I love her If I had a wife, don't remarry if it were up to me we'd go together, read my final piece, about how I lived and wrote,don't touch the drafts P.S those are the best ones publish them in my eulogy,more poems than pictures, the one about old young love, Gen Z love sounds better but letters would be greater,but I the creator will tell you all later, critic my piece, for it could not get a better audience, body and soul, realize the flaws intentional,placed to grasp your attention, maybe I forgot or got excited to change it, write down the mistakes, promise I don't hold grudges, better yet paint your ideas below and read them to me, I promise to listen I have all the time and then comes time to judge I won't be harsh. leave my piece, enough of the comments and reviews it's time to listen to my pleas within this piece, to those with regrets and things that should have stayed unspoken you can scribble those thoughts down below, don't be shy, you can write whatever but save the good stuff for private mass, the friends and the publishers.