I wanted to write
To tell you how I’m doing
But my brain says one thing and my body
Does another
Parkinson’s, you’re so fickle
One minute you’ve got me in s l o w – m o
The next Ihopeyouwantedthisshakennotstirred
Depressed? Anxious? Got you covered.
Can’t sleep? We’ve pills for that too.
Drugs don’t work?
Parkinson’s, you’ve got a nerve and I’ve got no verve
Your gold standard is as old as your stereotype.
There’s surely not much dopamine left to deplete
In this brain of mine.
Keep moving. Oh, the irony.
You’re surely too young?!
Yep, even eight years on.