Be Positive!

or  
 
How Best To Eliminate the Negative  
 
"While there's life, there's no hope."  
-- death positive,  
the happy ending of tics, cricks, and pricks  
 
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Believe you can, my friend, and you are nearly halfway there,
despite the brain half gone, the bug but in its early days,
the bladder and the bowels in a state of laissez-faire,
the upchucked chunks and hunks from chemotherapy buffets,  
the bed sores pus infected plus the loss of pubic hair,  
the tripled morphine drips when somewhat long your mother stays,  
the worse-for-wear oncologist, a drunkard in despair,  
who dropping by from sec to sec gets on all fours and prays,  
the melanoma having left your bones a little bare,
and weeny bony weenie in a state of deep malaise --  
though hopeful rests the bone on every hopeless gasp for breath  
as each choke brings it closer to the halfway point of death.  
 
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