My cancer laughs at me,
It sniggers and sneers behind my back,
As it twists itself round my guts ever tighter,
Like some monstrous demon full of pregnant malice,
That is born of foul hate and spite,
And gorges itself on my fear and loathing.
My cancer laughs at the doctors,
With their childish medical pantomime,
The dame with outlandish dress,
‘It’s behind you, oh no it isn’t',
And the fool that prances and jibbers,
With his impotent potions and medications,
My cancer laughs at me,
And ridicules my performance as a hero,
My pathetic attempts to stand and out stare it,
Looking into its cold implacable stare,
But always I turn away from its gruesome visage,
My courage a paper thin pretense.
My cancer laughs at me,
It will have its day.
(March 11th 2010)
