CANCER
Your lungs didn’t make make cancer
The cigarette did
Still embellishing stories like when you were a kid
It wasn’t the gun that killed because you pulled the trigger
Like the medicine you think is helping
But it’s only making you sicker.
I thought you would grow as a person
I thought time would help
But you seem to get worse
Like the 1% and their wealth.
Maybe it’s primal or an instinct you have
To take away others enjoyment and make them feel bad.
I pity who you are
I really do
To see the miserable life you have to live through.
K.M.
