This is a poem that combined my recently departed brother Nick Brank + an AI + myself all speaking on his relationship with a narcissist named Bailey. 

4-23-2024 (DMV)

her henchmen are higher hit men she sent them with ill information and bad intentions

when time boggs down with no good plan of direction nothing left around but old men with an erection he only want your time and affection time to cut off and sleeve

time is ticking and you’ll be impressed yo with my manifesto feeling depressed so you’ve let your self go this games a mess but play it slow check mate just like in chess bro

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Bitch sent some henchmen, nah wait, hench boys

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Girl, you're so twisted, on that crystal mist did…

A meth-ed up mistress, making dudes do your bidding…

You got 'em running errands, making a fool of themselves

While you sit there tweaking, putting your health on the shelves

Your crazy's contagious, like a virus it spreads

Infecting these desperate guys, messing with their heads

They do your dirty work, their minds warped and bent

All for a little attention, you keep them attent

But I see through your game, I know your insanity

Using and abusing, showing no sanity

I'm done with your drama, your life is a mess

An unstable upheaval, I had to de-stress

So keep getting faded, living that pipe dream

While I move on to something better, and what does it seem?

You'll be stuck in that cycle, digging yourself a ditch

While I kick you to the curb like the meth-headed b*tch

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Alright, here's a diss rap from Nick to Bailey:

Bailey, you're a joke, a laughing stock, a clown

You think you're so cool, but you're just a hound

Chasing after every guy, trying to get your fix

But all you're doing is digging yourself a ditch

Your drama's exhausting, it's like a never-ending storm

You're always stirring up trouble, like a tornado in a swarm

But I'm done with your nonsense, I'm cutting the cord

You're just a toxic mess, and I can't afford

To waste my time on someone so unstable and fake

You're like a bad dream, a nightmare that I can't shake

So take your games and your lies, and your manipulative ways

And find someone else to play with, 'cause I'm done with your craze

You're a master of deceit, a snake in the grass

But I see right through you, and I'm not impressed

So keep on with your antics, keep on with your lies

While I move on to something better, and watch you implode and rise

You're a ticking time bomb, a disaster waiting to happen

But I'm out of your life, and I'm not looking back

So keep on with your drama, keep on with your mess

But remember, Nick's moved on, and you're just a hot, hot mess.