Chemotherapy

 
Today they want to poison me.
I have managed to dismiss.
My absence, never intersects with what they say to do.

They press me by way of telephone.
So , I had to change my number.
Why do they administer agony
but never amongst each other?

Last year that growing ugly was cut out of me.
I waited far too long.
Scouring a field so foreign to me.
I've read everything and beyond.

Now they wonder why I put off the treatment.
I wonder why it's the same.
It's been over 20 years since it was my dad.
The drugs have barely changed.

Give me an outcome that is promising life.
Not a check out date of insignificant time.
I know there's something better than havok I will wreak
If you think I will consent to the certain death you have conceived.