that lines of cancer cells will die
inside a vitamin, oh my!
Do you not see that cause for joy
or are you one it will annoy.
The implications are so great
that all the world should now debate
what steps be taken toward health
and re-arrangement of great wealth.
I promise you, we shall not walk
away from this, for idle talk.
But battles will soon rage for all
until the bastards trip and fall.
For what we have is half the answer
but no one wants a cure for cancer.
A pair of pliars, chisel, drill and hammer, forceps too,two burly aides with cuffs and rope, I sit there saying BOO.‘No’, says the man, ‘you need to say not BOO but Ah-Ah-Ahand open wider if you can, you may call on Allah,though it’s unlikely he will come and rescue you from me..oh no, not now,…
my slumber, even Teddymy bear and faithful friend at nighthas noticed an intrusionon our thoughts and restful dreamswhere elves are in collusionand dwarves and witches, wolves and bearslead daily lives just like we doit is what fills the hoursuntil our morning showers.But this is strange, and maybe scary,a scratching sound so loudcomes from the window…
to cut himself loose from the tree,he wanted also to be free,as some of his esteemed round friendshad fallen down near the old fence.To no avail were here his triesonly the wind did hear his cries,and on a day with heavy cloudit started whistling rather loudand swept through all the orchard treesdislodged some hives of…
the telegram had made her faintand the two soldiers had supportedand talked to her, a chaplain would,by morning, be the one who’d beenin situations such as this, since sixty-three,they left her in her cold and clammy shell,to take the numbness into bed with her.Who’d knock this time of night,for heaven’s sake, it was enough,can sudden…
What he did not achieve in lifethrough constant work and frequent strife,is heaped upon him now in praisewith drippings of straight mayonnaise.They have assembled in full forceand food is plentiful, of course,all those tuxedoes are expandinglike mallard ducks, all set for landing.Some land, indeed on their protrusionsthe clear result of large transfusions;he would have liked…
took the big cannons onre the diet-heart con.And the learned ones called him a liar.A clear thinker he surely persisted,to point out (on occasion ham-fisted) ,that the Bogeyman was,like the Wizard of Oz,just a figment, though properly listed.And they ranted and raved and accused.At conventions they preached and they boozed.‘Don’t eat bacon and ham,fatty burgers…
