Give me a joint, a few Percocets
a beer chaser, some Pink Floyd
and fuck this cancer B/S
getting cured crap!
God’s not cutting me any breaks here.
He knows the truth!
Not that many had to die that day,
but we panicked, and it happened
so fast,
and we swore no one would ever tell,
and I’m a life time addict,
and three buddies I keep in touch with
are no better,
and although as great as my life has been
after I came back to the world.
It’s sucked.
Author notes
fanniesson
A contest entry
- If You Have Something To Say... by Dalaney.
1000 points, ended January 18, 2008, 16 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - xx.[LET THE BODIES HIT THE FLOOR];; by chasing rainbows.
300 points, ended February 13, 2008, 16 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like this, it's real and it's raw and I totally get it
thanks
xx Sin -
You gave me something very good to read
and I thank you for this. I like the
"realness" of your words...nothing fru fru
about the poem, obviously, and it hits home
because of that. Love, Lane
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this is very interesting that the issue of cancer in this poem hits a sore spot i know how it is to lose to cancer well lose a loved one any way i really liked this write
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