I have a cancer growing on my head
I found it there one day
When alerted by a slight but constant itch
I scratched the surface off of it
Releasing future throe
The smart of which costs me
A piece of my life each day
I have a cancer on my head
Now swollen and sore
Its density deepens within my withering skull
Digging and drilling like a brain weevil it feeds
On what little there is left of me to eat
cancer the killer disease on mans body on lease his soul uncancerous at final release your words i hope are not real...metaphoric only to this dumbskull of mine
A gruesome read indeed Ted! May I suggest a completely freeing Taibotomy? if there is anything left to smack of course? ! lol Smiling at you, Tai in de skies with you know who! lol
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the brain weevil wouldn`t get vrey fat on my head