Cancer Poem by Kurt Barekman
Cancer
I am not a brand
Alone Here I stand
Am I in command?
Nay, not in this land
Advertisements Swirl
All around I twirl
Anger built, fist curl
Seeing red, I hurl
The sole focus me
A campaign to see
Where the limits be
The ends, of my glee
Dopamine, my friend
A means to an end
To fill wallet bend
Polyfiber blend
Manipulation
Wrong medication
Depreciation
Across the Nation
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5/12/2024 2:08:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A very nicely written and deep poem, Kurt. Thanks