Dilapidated Old Detective

Rain slapping me in the face as i contiued to cross the street... Hardest the pain from slaps of rain, excruciating jolts thru down to my legs. I pray to the almighty God-stop this pain, Relief cannot overcome such suffering, no matter how much i ask or beg.My red Volvo seems as miles as the rain is relentless and does not seem to want to give up or in.This skin which is a whitened thin wrinkled of a prunish olden dog. Wind is made up of icy daggers to skin originating from this one individual's genetic of make-up, or cold icy personna.This ancient dinasaur'd body is filled up with a hoarse raspy id.Of this to you i surely do not kid.A gumshoe detective is bent by nature's affronts.Time well spent wasted to years of hard booze-makes for a lost life of respect and loved by any to lose.These doggs are overly heated and like a giant annaconda needs to be released and free to shed it's old dilapidated old skin.Lest ye quits-No longer'd may sin.I am not a detective who is not at all respected or very much thoughtful reflective.