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