Quark - Poem by Herbert Nehrlich
What is it, buddy that your cancer needs
is it the sugar or MacDonald's fries
it is well known by now that every tumour feeds
like a humongous glutton in a shop of pies.
A lady named Johanna was the first who found
that quark and oil of flax could be the cure
no scientists would ever find this hogwash sound
as they believe in chemo, poisonous and pure.
So take your pick and jump into the fray
submerse yourself in lack of certainty
and when they come to take you, stiff, away
the only thing you've gained is liberty.
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