Severity Of His Disease Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

There were bullshit drippings,
Oozing from the corners of his mouth.
Each day...
The severity of his disease became apparent.
Those that followed him to the edge of survival,
Were told to believe they could fly if they leaped!
No one asked of him to show how this was done!
Undaunted,
Even when they began to jump...
He was signing autographs on 't-shirts',
With the image of himself sprouting magnificent wings!