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Here’s a poem I wrote. Read it. Laugh. Cry. Puke.
It’s called
CANCER SCHMANCER (Feeling Fine in ’09)
Cancer sucks
Cancer blows
It makes me feel 100 years old
Its in my bones
Its in my brain
Chemotherapy drives me insane
The IVs stick
And the poison is ick
The medical cocktail makes me sick
I’m stuck in bed
For five days on end
I can’t even phone a friend
Because every sound or imagery
Makes me want to loose my beans
Vomit, dry heave, loose my lunch
My appetite it gone
I can’t do brunch
40 days left and then
I’m on top
F U cancer
you are slop
You took my health
You took my pubes
Now I have to take a tube
of testosterone
So i don’t grow boobs
But I will win
I’ll stay alive
I’ll kick your ass
I will survive
PS. This guy probably won’t survive:
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