Rags To Threadbare Tatters

Rags To Threadbare Tatters... (a true “FAKE” story how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary frost – and totaling lacking glory.) A woeful disgraceful cautionary tale stitched from the barest thread harkens back half life of yours truly comprising a few decades in the pluperfect past, when this husband newlywed living hand to mouth, when thy wife and me occupied mine boyhood abode sharing one kid size bed, though dwelling under same roof as parents, this "pariah" did dread, cuz prior to getting married most every day found me loathing mandates, yet never fled duet hoo bing cowardly, yours truly blithely endured pa rant till fulminations, and litany of"hateful" broadsides at my head minor misfortune, sans scant details barely one measly paragraph tenuously stretched, thus (with all manner of dogspeed, I fetched kvetched against restricted poetic licensed finesse) to complete at least one page (OpenOffice) word document spread attempting to convey penury, but nonetheless I consider meself if nothing else blue tiff lee well red irrelevant to stand in good stead, and pertaining to profession of thespian, never found me professionally acting out a scene neither did I glean, nor memorized scripts, thy counter with applying literary mien super tramp ping cheap tricks to convince skeptical readers "Quod Erat Demonstrandum" just show up on opening night when mine break out character lean on words since being "green" behind ears of corn lean refulgent klieg lights will shine a light asthma pantomime dramatics mean business and take thumb page from playbook portray me as superb drag queen when "lights", "camera," and "action" called debut appearance with stellar broadcasts in every magazine!