Waiting For Good Dough

No matter yours truly (potential rising star - analogous to ascending yeast) bred for easy street life of po' witless mendicant nimbly, pointlessly, and rhythmically shuffles (think tramp) along his poetic little feet garden variety beastie boy aimlessly, fortuitously, halfheartedly, and mindlessly follows one after another backstreet revisiting, reminiscing, and relegating lofty mollycoddled station bittersweet birthright fame and fortune teasingly did greet finding twenty first century hobo shack hulled with poverty (think dirt poor), I shoe cannot defeat, which accursed fate socked yours truly, where one after another failure did beat once unassailable esprit de corps near ready and willing to meet exalted, fabled, gilded... seat but woeful naiveté tricked with deceit mine childlike innocence dripping effete characteristics easily swindled for Pete sakes since... young manhood, now wizened old looking schnorrer marveling, imagining, envisioning aggregating riches coaxing, forming, hatching... liaisons particularly romantically discrete lavishing untold money during heat of passion oblivious, how ingénues with sweet enticingly, ineluctably, luridly, beckoned eventually no exit and other ploys playfully blindsiding me with one after another promiscuous tweet barricades no exit wrought with razor wire and concrete.