I Quit!

I Quit!

The violent vagaries of time
reduce resolve; I’m past my prime.
Tedious tasks as boredom reigns
casually crafting my own chains.
Receiving rare recognition
is an onerous omission.
I won’t suffer this sorry shit!
My final wise words are “I Quit!”

An entry for September 2nd round of "The Not-So-Daily Poem" 
Prompt: Death has decided he hates his job. Write his poetic resignation.
Form: The Rhyming Alliterisen form consists of 8 lines, with 8 syllables each, and has one alliteration in every line with a rhyme scheme of: aabbccdd. Alliteration is the succession of similar consonant sounds. They are not recognized by spelling, but rather by sounds.
Line Count: 8