My body made lumpy by a hundred cankers
Resembling an infestation of pussy crabs,
Their veiny arms keep them well anchored
As they grow like infected scabs
Each one sits and stares, almost daring me
To scratch and squeeze them-
And though my fingers twitch and desire achingly
I’m good and I stand most firm.
In this battle of wills I won’t fall,
This siege will end when they starve.
So long as I can stay standing tall
I will make a successful charge
From deep within to push them out
And away from my body forever,
Leaving me free and to run and shout
Once more, happily, with our Trevor.
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