Leukemia is Fookin' Stupid 





Silence plagues my Poetry
As rhymes decline to beat
Reaffirming that my mind
Should just admit defeat

And since my creativity
Has nothing cool to say
Shows just how uninteresting
My life is every day

I'm obviously emotional
Confusing love with me
As Squishy tears I can't control
Mock who I used to be

Chemo helped me shed the pounds
I didn't have to lose
So now my skinny ass will rhyme
What random thoughts I choose

First I wish to say some stuff
Oi!, here's where I reveal
Some thoughts about leukemia
And how I truly feel -

Fookin' dumb ass cancer
I hate yer stupid name
No sooner do I mention you
Reactions are the same

First the look of horror
And then the 'sorry' face
Pity's really empathy
That's faltered far from grace

Apart from my anxiety
Two certainties I know 
My loneliness and cancer cells
Are sucky things I grow

And lacking life's reality
Proves I cannot decide
If tears that fall from constant pain
Means crying's justified

A hostile, pissed off, candy-ass
Aye, that is me today
But ask me in an hour or two
Who knows what I will say

Well that was pretty ugly
But I hate to 'sugar-coat'
Oh, I forgot to mention 
In this rant that I have wrote

Doc said: 'Pollyanna,
I've got just what you need
No, not the cure for cancer
Instead I offer weed'

THC, cannabis
Ganja in a pill
Pot prescribed to remedy
What cancer didn't kill 

While seasoning adds flavoring
To any boring treat 
My being stoned, I've gotta say
Enhances all I eat


Ding, fries are done

See yer

Pollyester