An errant cell mutates
And quickly finds its mate
They grow and grow
And so it goes
Until
You’re suddenly feeling ill

These new cells are defined
Uniquely re-designed
Proliferate
At such a rate
You see
Yourself in entropy

Surgery and radiate
To firmly stop the rate
Of such growth
It’s our oath
To God on high
That only bad cells die

I pray recovery
Will finally set you free
From this dark pain
So you regain
Your health
The greatest form of wealth

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved