Checkmate

This is it I give up I throw in the towel I draw the curtains I pull down the shades I close the doors shut Finito The end; No more haggling No more beseeching No more whining No more whimpering I'll call it a day, Saddle sore I am heading home I am out of the race - Get me off the grid. World-weary, Timeworn, I am done. Flat-lined I am pulling the plugs; I ran the gauntlet Kaput Stop the earth I am getting off - Sayonara! I am just circling the drain - Get me off this hamster wheel, I am at the end of my tether, I have just about seen the last of the sunsets, No more sunrises for me, I am sitting fallow, I am at the end of my rope I am teetering on the precipice I am hanging by the skin of my teeth I am dying on the vine I am ready to kick the bucket - Uh...can someone bring me a bucket please!