cancer pt. 2

always, apparently, at least a buck fifty
short and decades ‘way too’ late-

yeah, i knicked and i knacked
we (both) ‘paddy-whacked’
and gave the dog a bone

yet still: a phone which never
rings with yr number on the
caller i.d. screen

when it is truly you-

some fool decided to try
to ‘high-jack’ my life

and really just caused me
pain,strife, unnecesary
(additional) heartache
and sabatoged

any chance

i ever had-

i am a sad sad sad (wo)man,

please

take pity on me

and shove it
where the
sun does
not wish

to shine;

next time you call, which most
likely will be never, take a
guess as to whether
or not i’ll even

answer...

(p.s. fuck cancer)