9. Eloosive

Visiting Hours Are Over

For the final time:
I don’t want to see my daughter,
You damn mouth-breather.
And if she had any sense,
She wouldn’t want
To see me either.

Don’t you dare
Look at me like that.
I don’t need your pity,
So you can just
Take it back.

I bet you think you’re real smart,
With all those expensive
Papers on your wall.
I say you’re a vapid cow
That doesn’t know
A damned thing at all.

You’re so bloody content
In ignorance,
Just following your herd.
You don’t even realize
That cancer
Is a four-letter word.

The End

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