The Big C
Deep down inside, you found your place.
You're buried, hard to get at, yet,
on the inside, you're making your case.
You know what you are. The Big C,
the great destroyer of men, and women,
and children. But not me.
Because you're here, let's be clear,
I'm here for the duration, and you came
without an invitation.
There's more for me out there,
I'll keep on going till you do me in,
bald or not, fat or thin.
Flood my veins and arteries, the
chemo makes me sick, sick, sick.
please, let's just get this over quick.
Copyright © Rick Eichelberg | Year Posted 2017
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