Is this bizarre life,
Some Old God's card trick
Or roll of a die
For illness to pick?
As deadly cancer creeps up on my friends
And I wonder if my skin is benign,
The Fates just cut fast, choosing threads to end...
Leaving the rest at wakes, to wine and dine.
So many bullets dodged,
Times that I, too, could have died
By robbers or cars...
I've even advanced my life's severance,
Popping pills upon pills, and passing out -
Came out of coma with kidneys crippled
As Armstrong in space 'gain, 'midst Homer's "Doh's"...
Back pains plague me now,
And I know not why.
I suspect work fouls
From moves not so wry.
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