A cool poem from http://chemothug.blogforacure.com/weblog
I‘m the impatient patient - waiting to be seen
I’m waiting for my drugs to treat bad cells mean
It’s tense in here; you can smell the fear
Will they or won’t they come up with our gear?
I’m going in now to make a drug deal
Hope it’s good shit - 'cause I really need to heal
The drugs are good, the users keen
The pharmacist's our dealer on the PBS scheme ....
The other pill heads are after my drugs
I need to hide my meds to stop these chemo thugs
I’m a pill-popping patient; I’m dozing in my bed
I’ve finally earned the title of "The hard core chemo head"
I’m dangerous; I’m a chemo thug ....
the pharmacist – I’d love to mug
I want every pill he can offer
I've become a total PBS drug scoffer
The pharmacist was the one who's dealing
What he said to me was quite revealing
"I’m qualified. I’m your PBS healer -
I’m the real deal; I’m your drug dealer!"
The drugs are good, the users keen
The pharmacist's our dealer on the PBS scheme ....
I’m in the dreaded Dpartment of Oncology
They’re taking a look at my mutant pathology
The scientists have some excellent technology
- they want to nuke my errant biology
It’s a matter of faith and it tests my personal theology
.... it’s massively unnerving my current psychology
I’m not trying to be a hero
I’m just trying to get through my chemo
I feel like I’m floating on the ceiling
I’m on drugs
I’m on drugs .....
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