CANCER, you prowl like a mad dog, into my
mothers blood system, you explode like the
fourth of july, then sit back, and watch these
docters, fight to lose.
CANCER, your quick fu...ck and dead flowers,
make this world perverted and sad, and hope,
none.
CANCER, you watch as the body begs for food,
and the mind or spirit, gone, , , , , fu..cking gone.
DAVID GERARDINO
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