Let My Sense of Humor Die Last
HEY, Guess What?
There really IS a tumor
Just chillin' in my brain
Not causing any pain
The Problem that needs Addressing
Is just Where the tumor is Pressing
And, Doc, with All Due Respect....
I mean, what the Heck....
It doesn't exactly REASSURE me
to call it a simple Brain Surgery!
So, now my friends, I know how it feels
to have the Hounds of Death nipping at my heels.
And I can't run as fast as I once could
when I was young and things were good.
And on my tombstone, in marble thick,
Please carve the words: I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK
Later
Copyright © Danielle White | Year Posted 2008
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