As a spy You're tought to lie and deny To collect and infect But What's left After you see the reality of the mess Practicing your brogue Looking to invoke Anyone who will obey No matter what we say Contemplating what's woke Not allowed to evoke Our own logic Yours is flawless On every exotic topic We live lawless Scripted colloque Unknown targets life revoked Because we provoked Living under cloak Like it's all a joke This is exactly why we go rogue (Poetry)

Poking Prodding Experimentation Laying in a hospital bed Not somewhere I want to be Seeing why I'm not dead This is not my destination (Poetry)

Take your struggle and pain Turn it into art This is exactly where it should start Raw emotion and truth It can be bad, cringe or uncouth It doesn't matter There's no one to flatter Just you and your thoughts The worst art is the kind that's bought Rawness and truth are such a rarity We've already seen every kind of parody We crave real In a world that's fake So whatever you make Ensure the audience can feel We're so detached We need this We don't want talent unmatched We want rare, weird, darkness, the abyss Something to make us reminisce Don't blitz and quit because you think you'll miss There is no target All is abstract No talent you lack It's all about the self Mind body and spirit And finding a way for others to hear it (Poetry)

I'm probably going to die in an uncomfortable way but it won't be today I've heard only the good die young And it seems true A man said it once It was impactful because it was sung Funny how drawn out rhymes Just make more sense with time

You were breathing in all these toxins Yes You also had covid Yes And you were still smoking Yes - heavily How do you feel My chronic coughing is almost gone and I can breathe ok - but I might get a little winded if I jog.... for now. How Idk you're the professional you tell me

Memory loss is abundant and clear But my mind refuses to adhere It will fight with all of it's might It's in my nature My personality says it's major Even if I wanted to just give up My brain says it still hasn't had enough What can I do My thoughts are currently askew But my neurons will renew A synapses - a neural pathway What more can I say I don't call the shots The firing neurons do what they were taught My neuroplasticity will thwart any cytotoxicity No toxins, virus, or tbi Can make what's inside the encephalon die (Poetry)