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It’s terminal….the Big C has struck

Despite these prickly heartdart lyrics, man voraciously yearns for a glint of hope

Incurable strikes the ears, accelerates to the brain, explodes into the mouth

How Long…………………………Now, you always wanted a pseudonym, an identity

Cancer victim, sufferer, prey—slithering around in the soul, you choose dupe

 

When all is said and done, every person is terminal….Thanks for nothing.

Sucked into the world of lines, transfusions, infusions, refusions

Pleasuring the tiniest chance to trounce it, you drink the nectar of the physicians 

Chemo that mass, radiate the hell out of it, pill it to death….

Still there—tumoresque tendrils rifling into the interior, spinally nesting, growing

 

Fear slinks into the soul---every day you congregate in the Church of Cancer

Singing, praying, finally screaming for respite and release from pain…

Oh wait….the prayer to the medicine man has been answered

Remission you might call it…freedom, thank God

We shall overcome it. Can’t find it anywhere

 

Uh, oh….back in that cathedral again, the preacher’s been waiting 

You won’t last six weeks…metastazing its way, taking you along for the last ride

Let’s morphine it to death. Sleeping, sinking into oblivion 

The intravenous morphimic cocktail sucks your heart and soul, blasting the brain. 

Terminal

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