Moving like scurrying mice undercover <br />the cancers that ate half of my nose for lunch <br />now share a rented room on the back of my head. <br />Where they have developed another attack plan <br />to eat my brains for supper. <br />But I have worked out one of my own plans of action; <br />a nutritional healthy diet consisting of raw fish <br />with five varieties of seaweed <br />followed with a bottle of rice wine, and for <br />whatever reason this combination when adhered to <br />leaves me feeling better than the recommended cure; <br />to cut me into little sections that are easier <br />for the mice to chew. <br /> <br />2008 ©<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-the-cure-that-kills-you/
