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Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Autumn
its almost a compulsion
you have to
live
when you really cannot,
you are told
your body is incarcerated -
you are
no joan of ark
no jesus
no shylock
not even
the grave digger
who played a role
in the hamlet -
Oncologists are your gods,
society your
naive shepherd,
get burnt with radiation,
they call it healing,
be hated by those who once loved
you
when you are
lost to the Alzheimers-
who are you ? who are they ? is time relevant? is anything relevant?
what's relevant?
you are just less than a
dead lamb.
you just wait-
death to come
sooner than
later.
But,
Nature, thinks you should
piss
around.
And the Pharma company
will test it -
declare
you need a syringe
to live.
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