How Not To Receive A Compliment
Why on Earth would you think
I’d find one of the world’s biggest killers
funny?
You’ve known me for years, you heartless cow.
We shared the same drab town
sterilised bottles
degenerate parents.
I looked after you when you were sick
Scraping back hair, sponging brow
Forcing vile vials of fizzy liquids down your protesting throat.
I’ve run Marathons, raised thousands
Spent aeons praying
that one day a hope-drunk, diligent stranger
will jump up and shout
“Eureka!”
You know it’s close to my heart.
You bloody know that!
Have you forgotten
our Nan
died of it for Christ’s sake!
Hey?
“You don’t half look handsome?
Ah….I thought you said “You laugh at cancer.”
Sorry.
Laura Taylor
Tue 10th Jan 2012 14:49
An interesting, original, and quirky (sorry if that offends, heh) poem - like it a LOT.