Cancer

“No. No. No. We are not like the other cells We are sophisticated and superior, living in houses and hotels No drinking via osmosis, but pull water from wells And we are called to worship God by the church bells” Why is it we’re here? Why do we live in this way? There is no real truth It’s clear no one truly knows I suppose Someone proposed We are the ones God chose So I do not ask the elders why I already know the lecture to come God, the creator, is where I’m from And we basically live to die It will start provoking Me into choking With all of their stories and quotes I’ll make the universal sign I can’t breathe Ask them to leave And take with them all they’ve shoved down my throat One too many tries To open the elders’ eyes I find myself in a game I always lose But I have also found As I look around the town Other cancer cells have other views In history there’s battles and fights About which God to worship is right Not all believe in a God; they refuse So I will go on my own adventure and observe Every vessel, tissue, cavity, and nerve And have my own deductions to choose Disinterested in the lecture Which is no more than a conjecture I set out to explore the host Out the front door Pass the DNA store Down pass the trading post Pass the malls To the blood vessel walls Functioning as the bloodstream’s coast I decided once there To take my own dare And become completely engrossed Immediately I began flaring To stop myself and catch my bearing If I don’t, I surely will be toast So much for a slowly rolling stream More of a racing river it seemed Whirling and swirling until I was as white as a ghost Am I experiencing cellular division? Or is this just double vision? There’s only the vessel wall to slow me at most For me this is a place of taboo And if the elders knew They’d put me in the oven to roast “Don’t worry, you’re in a loop” Said the red blood cell group As we circled around the host “Around and around and then You’ll be back again To the place you call the coast First we must funnel Down through this tunnel” “More of a mineshaft,” one red blood cell riposte “It’s a lot less narrow Now that there’s less bone marrow Your kind is turning it into compost If you can’t already tell They’ve fought off the white blood cells That were trying to protect the host Now that they’re overgrown They’ve taken over the host’s bone And see who can mine it the most” Next thing I knew I was being pumped through Two chambers at the heart of the host It seemed to this little cellular mutation I’m now passing into the great respiratory organization But there was polluted air smelling so gross From behind I felt a sudden jerk As the red blood cells passed me to go to work Gathering oxygen for the other cells in the host I noticed several of the lung’s trees rootless Many red blood cells came back fruitless 50% came back with oxygen at most “They’ve chopped down the bronchial trees It’s getting harder to breathe And the lungs are becoming sclerosed I guess who needs the woods When you can sell them for goods At the expense of us who give back to the host Because your kind didn’t think twice The rest of us cells pay the price And now we’re tied to the cancer’s whipping post” I felt so much remorse As we suddenly changed course Shooting back into two chambers at the heart of the host “I’m sorry to inform We’re about to enter an electrical storm Make sure you stay with us and stick close You are going to hear an articulation The brain’s vocalization Don’t be fooled. It’s no ghost” I opened up my ear And sure enough I did hear “I have cancer. I’ve been diagnosed Will you be there for me? Soon I’ll be starting chemotherapy And I’ll be receiving a large dose” For the rest of the time spent I kept wondering what that meant As we made our way back toward my society’s coast Traveling in this big loop With this circle shaped red blood cell group Trying like every other cell to give back to the host I thanked them for the ride And for sticking by my side I bid them farewell. “Adios” Before they let me go They told me to let my kind know “Stop robbing the host; committing unnecessary theft. How will all kind survive When our host is no longer alive And there is nothing else left?” I sat by the coast for a while Watching this flowing blood stream It kind of made me smile Thinking of the other cells working as a team They live such a simple lifestyle Why does my type of cell live to the extreme? Mamma said we were no virus; non-hostile But we’ve destroyed everything to reign supreme I want to tell the elders we can be more versatile But nothing will change. It will just be my dream. Before my adventure I never interacted with the host. I spent my time in stores and trading posts These others cells must feel so inundated by my kind being so over populated I keep thinking as I sit here in reflection, and I start to make a connection I see the importance of this host being in a loop as I traveled with the red blood cell group I begin pulling away more tape as I see the importance of the circular shape Life’s a cycle. My brain’s light bulb has light! Life and death! Cycling Seasons! Day and night! Is giving back to the host important and right? I feel my kind is blinded and living with no sight Is the only thing a cancer cell can see are other cancer cells like you and me? Or are there no cares watching the boob tubes living comfortably in our boxed in cubes? No, Mama, we’re certainly no virus or curse. God chose us. It’s in the Bible verse No, Mama, we’re certainly no virus or curse. We're cancer and we're a lot worse...