Desperation lines.
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Just roll over she says aloud, in front of all my friends.
But I think to myself that’s easy for you but I just can’t, it bloody hurts.
I now feel worse because deep inside I’ve taken another dip.
How many more dips have I got to suffer along this prostate way.
The life is being chipped away by little from my heart and soul.
It’s a good job I had and big heart and soul or else I’d be gone.
Can the specialists really see me being eaten away, every day.
Why can I not see the size of my heart right now and make relaxing easier.
I didn’t ask for this body eating alien that has caused so much suffering.
But I don’t want to get rid of it if someone else has to have it.
I don’t want to see the desperation lines in the face of a new participant.
Remember, It’s a game until someone gets hurt and the whistle sounds.
I’ll take another drop of morphine, in the syphon tube I have.
Don’t bother the Doc, I know his mind, “give me another drop”.
But is that what right, is that not assisting, just like the Six Countries already do.
Is that not grandad wielding the power, he hasn’t got a clue about, help!
So don’t get the cancer that sends you to sleep.
Don’t get the cancer that splits the families up.
Dodge the bullet so far as cancer goes, lean away - being brave is not the answer.
Finding cures is a better choice with all the delight that is generated while those desperation lines are soothed away.
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PS
Have a Happy Easter if your body lets you.
I will be trying my best to boost the happy thoughts that are rushing around this country of ours,
trying to be captured by Desperate people with their Desperate lines.
