Dirty c

28/08/2020.....
 04.30-6.30am outside because of insomnia in hospital 
(Still more to add or should I keep it short n sweet? Please as I value anyones opinions, everyone’s views. Do I add more to make a song/rap or keep like this, just as a poem?)

Dirty C

For this song,
Poem,
Rap or whatever it may be,
Throughout this gritty,
But true life story,
Just Call me Dirty C,
As I’m riddled inside and out,
With 4 dirty Cancers you won’t find in most,
Inside ,
Where no naked eye can see.
Thinking they can just run my body unchallenged?
Unchecked?
Rampaging freely?
Really?
Na,
I ain’t gonna go down like that,
Come and get me,
Mr Devil C!
So Go ahead and challenge thee..

Do it by the minute, 
Do it by the hour,
Do it forever,
 if you’ve got everlasting powers.
Feck it!
Do it eternally,
As eternally, 
I’ll never be beat,
Well not by you,
But fate will eventually,
Anyway,
 Have me pushing up flowers,
No more my heart will beat....

So,
If u want a name for me,
Then listen to what I’ve said,
And call me Dirty C,
As that’s who you’re trying to kill,
From the inside,
Internally.
 I’m whom you seek,a
Mr Devil C...
Gonna shove it to the side,
Gonna crack out the whip,
Till my cancer dies,
Till I’m rid of it.
It’s Mendacious,
Vile,
Despicable and cruel,
For 20 years now,
It’s been Mr Devil C vs Mr Dirty C,
Locked in limbo,
In a constant duel.q
Even though,
No matter how hard I try,
Dirty C here,
Someday,
Somehow,
Is gonna run outta fuel.
I ain’t no simplistic man,
But I’m as stubborn as they come,
As stubborn as a mule,
Kicking out my hind legs,
Trying to maim and maul. 
As my body and mind,
Mr Devil C,
Nearly always,
On this earth,
Manages,
 To take control,
But eternally I’ll always live on,
With my eternal living soul!

Round 1,
Round 2,
Round 3 or 4,
How many rounds will it take,
Until you realise,
I ain’t getting K.O'd,
I ain’t getting knocked to the floor,
I’m here for 12 full rounds,
So you better get more points,
Before it.s you,
That’s K.O'd down,
You’re gonna have to be wary,
As I make you run around,
Not letting down your guard,
Mr Dirty C’s here for the mantle,
I’m gonna claim that crown!
There’s no way in life,
You’ll defeat me now,
As I’ve always told you,
My soul,
Will always,
Eternally,
Throughout infinite lifetimes,
Continue,
Throughout!

Its taken over my legs,
Fecking up my back,
I’m looking to my drs,
For what they tell me next.
Ever since I was 15,
Mr Devil C,
Has had me vexed.
Trying to think of what to do now,
Has got me perplexed,
Oramorph has got all my emotions swirling above me,
Like a savage mist.
I’m like jekll and Hyde at the minute,
And my mind can’t rest.
I’m just dreading this next bit,
As no one likes,
 a foot long pond type tube,
Sticking out of their chest.
The pain is unbearable,
It hurts like feck,
But at least part of Mr Devil C is going,
Just a shame about the rest.
But only a lung transplant,
In that section of my body,
Would complete the test.
But there are a lot more needy,
 than I,
that need them.
So I’d prefer them to have it,
And give them a chance,
To once again feel freedom.
I’ve battled without it till now,
And I’m still of this kingdom.
I just hope others can find salvation in my words,
And hopefully,
Mr Dirty C,
Has taught you,
Some cancer fighting wisdom!