I offer this poem with much humility 

As my thoughts and words come from a place of honest simplicity 

My mind is powered more by eccentricity rather than pure electricity.

Some times my thoughts become really weird, I put this down to neurotoxicity 

Rather than anything else such as my ethnicity.

I write for my sanity not really looking for much publicity 

Many thoughts come in to my head, one could say a multiplicity 

The rhymes you read come from a place unique, guaranteed authenticity 

I can think of so many things, my brain is pulsing, I think it bends, elasticity 

I get annoyed at politicians telling lies it’s pure duplicity

Stoking division and hate just real toxicity.

Yet in the chaos, I sometimes feel a rare felicity,

Moments align, like the universe speaking in perfect complicity

Threads of chance forming  patterns I can’t ignore, and that my friends is just synchronicity