Skin Cancer and a Songstress

Death’s undisturbed progress. And a doted-upon songstress: In the musical battle field, Matchless Tigress, Now being taught unforgettable lessons by Skin Cancer, Her concerned doctors all robbed of an answer; Likely now to linger only for a few days In line with the prophecies of carried out x-rays. The blotches on her skin unbelievably catholic To dare a long gaze at them, first some alcoholic Each of them over time has become bizarre All of them raucously shouting “Here, we are!” A fall out of musical songstress experimentations With the skin lightening, The sequel to her importations Of the dermis–revealing; Previously wondrous and mindset promotional A veritable time bomb and weapon unconventional.