Me vs cancer 2.... the sequel as my neigh on step son put it :)

05/12/2021
Me vs cancer 2

Cancer:-

Hello.
Hi.
I’m back,
It’s me,
That thorn in your side....

Me:-

Get out,
Go.
Disappear,
I’m not ready to go,
I’ve no want to die....

Cancer:-

I’m not sorry for the pain and suffering I’ve given you.
What would be the point of me,
If those words I’ve said,
Carried no truth.
I’m here to battle you to the death,
You and I.
Die or do....

Me:-

I’m not listening,
You’re just a devil in disguise.
Taking away enough of my lifes’ luxury, 
It’s lustre.
Yet none of my soul,
Have I let you compromise.
See me,
Unlike you.
I’m more do,
Not die!

Cancer:-

Jog on.
You know I’m here and I’ve got you vexed.
Why do you think you’ve still got me,
 This curse.
Your living nightmare,
Me,
Your personal hex? 
Living with me
Is worse than living with your ex.
Unbelievable I know,
But I’m worse than her and any of those skets.
I’ve got you again as always,
You’ve never left MY side,
As again I’m here like cement.
Not wet but set....

Me:-

For once,
You’re just a back bencher in my mind.
I’ve had to dig deep past your sorrow,
Your pain.
Forgetting about you to help this,
In a way,
Has left me feeling more sane.
I’ve new worries now.
New combatants entering the fray.
So do your worst.
See to me,
You’re just like a lifelong scar at the end of the day.
I’ll never let you take me or take over my brain....

Cancer:-

You’re not worried?
You should be.
As where I’m sitting,
It looks like you’ve only one week with us,
If from cannabis,
You’re to dearly depart.
You’ll know when I’ve taken you,
You’ll be left in the cold ground,
Nothing but dark.
No chink of light for you.
You’ve lived far too long.
So here I am to finish,
What I came here to start.

Me:-

Worried?
What me?
You’ve got me confused with some other dude.
Keep acting like the bitch that you are.
Quit barking up the same,
repeat of a tree.
Yardy yardy yar,
Jibber Jibber jabbar.
After 21 years,
Do you really think I listen to thee?
21 years I’ve kept you from the top rung of my ladder.
21 years I,
Yes I,
Have Had YOU on a tight leash.
In a corner,
Like cannon fodder,
Sprawled Against the ropes,
Whilst Pure fury I unleash.
You’ve let your guard down,
Just admit your demise,
Take heed,
Retreat!
Deal with the end of your reign.
You’re broken and beaten,
Just accept defeat!

Cancer:-

I don’t get it?
You’ve kept me back all these years,
Someway,
Somehow.
Yet time is in my hands.
I’ve just been playing with my chow.
I’m going to Flay you to your bones,
Stripping your skin,
Piece by piece.
Like stripping leather from a cow. 
A theoretical blade to scalp you.
Before I kill you in any which way.
Anyhow.
Slow and painful I prefer,
So I’ll carry on,
Just with more spite and venom coming from me now.
You’ve got me on the ropes?
So what happens if there’s a ‘wide weed world’,
Heavy drought.
What if all of these clinics you talk of.
Ceased and were no longer about.
That’s the day I’m waiting for.
As soon as cannabis,
You’re without!
I’ll rain pain and suffering down on you,
None of which you’ll have felt before.
If I can’t kill you off,
Then at least I can make your life hell. 
Make you suffer 10 times more!
I can’t wait till your demise is in my sights,
And your soul I can finally devour!

Me:-

OK,
I’ve thought about it.
Maybe your right.
Maybe I’m wrong.
But I’ll take my chances,
And keep humming,
The sweet Mary Jane song.
As long as she and lady luck are there,
I’ll forever remain full of will power.
So ginormous,
So strong.
Not only that,
But do you ever see me stop smoking my bong?
No!
I know,
As my main reason being,
It keeps you out of my throng.
Everything I do is right.
Everything you do is wrong.
Quit chatting shit now,
 Untie my noose upon my neck,
I want it forgotten.
I want you gone!

Cancer:-

Can you not feel the strands in the rope tightening?
As I’m like a snake waiting for the perfect strike.
Quick as lightning.
Venom will spit from my fangs and destroy your petty life.
Do you really think I find cannabis frightening?
You can’t grow it for shit or even afford it.
So how are you going to accept your eventual blighting?
You’ll only last one more round I’m sure,
So be prepared,
As no more you’ll be fighting.

Me:-

Fighting you?
I’ll do it tomorrow,
No...
the next day?
Maybe next week?
Let me check my calendar...
Oh no,
No way,
I’m not free,
Till I’m 85 and weak.
Not even death by you will do it.
As my will to you will never bow or even will I ever,
Let you,
Again,
In my mind speak.
All of it is just brain manipulation.
It’s just you are 21 years old and you cause me pain so deep.
Yet I’m still living.
So why should I just sit by.
Watching the world as you make my life deplete.
No.
Not I!
I’m not going to shed another tear over you,
Why should I have to weep.
With you,
I lift the carpet,
And swiftly sweep you underneath.
See I’m the Lord of my castle,
The Lord of my keep.
I’m really the Shepherd and you still follow me life a herd of sheep.
You don’t even enter my nightmares anymore,
So blissfully I do sleep.
Listen though.
I’m the one finishing this altercation,
I don’t want another word,
From your vile mouth to bleat.
I’m cutting all ties with you,
I’ve already hit,
Control,
ALT,
Delete!