Thoughts from a foggy lighthouse

A lot of dull thoughts rolling around my empty skull, what used to be profound thoughts drift to the ground, losing their fire in sloggy indifference.
Yet I am sworn to stick it out, like a ninja with a Death Wish I hereby pledge all my talents to fighting all things that plague the common man: scammers, bullies and political Nazis will be endangered; their children will live under the umbrella of fear stemming from fears of being overcome by a herd of drug-addled chimpanzees, eyes half-crazed in a frenzy of rage-filled celebration. Their bones are there for the taking, let the food chain sort the rest out. Times have come to a boiling point; only the witty survive.