In light of the sheer number of people I know who are suffering or have suffered from a particularly intractable problem, I penned this.  The tune I have for it is a bit dull; if anyone wants to come up with a good one and/or record it with a full choir, feel free.

June 2018

We all know
Every cloud has silver lurking just below;
Even darkest night will die away
And dawn to brightest day;
And it is so.

Every weed,
Every bug and serpent serves a special need:
What to you is nasty moldy bread
May save a life instead,
Or so we read.

Evil men
May inspire good in others now and then:
From disaster, mighty heroes come;
It’s all a zero sum;
But then again —

Fuck cancer!
There is nothing good you’ve done, you’re just a shit.
You’re a bastard and we don’t like you one tiny little bit.
Fuck cancer!
You can go away and don’t come back around.
You’re the vilest group of illnesses mankind has ever found.
Fuck cancer!
Really truly
Fuck cancer!

When the rain
Falls upon your picnic day, it’s such a pain;
You stub your toe or bump your head,
You’ve very likely said
It’s all in vain.

Clearly we
May not have a lot in common, yet we see
Though on other points we’d fuss and fight
On this we can unite
And all agree:

Fuck cancer!
There is nothing good you’ve done, you’re just a shit.
You’re a bastard and we don’t like you one tiny little bit.
Fuck cancer!
You can go away and don’t come back around
You’re the vilest group of illnesses mankind has ever found
Fuck cancer!
Really truly
Fuck cancer!

Fuck cancer!
There is nothing good you’ve done, you’re just a shit.
You’re a bastard and we don’t like you one tiny little bit.
Fuck cancer!
Worse than Nazis, rats and spider bites, you are
If you fuck off now you really cannot fuck off too damn far.
Fuck cancer!
Really: fuck you.
Fuck cancer!