How can I eat
Hearing your belly roar with fear
Watching you wince and grimace
holding back the shame and tear
The etiquette I have
for holding a fork and a knife
cast doubt over your pallor and pitless strife
When my tongue utters common praise
careful words do form every phrase
What is it that’s inside your head
that makes you dream visions of unspeakable dread
Every day Santa comes
to grasp your face with his fingers and his two thumbs
How I wish for my own abyss
before the cardinal plants his lonely sweet kiss
Mirrored images shadows speak
abandon the living but take the weak
Cheeky faces they all do lie
Seeking refuge up in the sky
Tumors they do grow all around
But X-rays are then tossed in Lost and Found
Who says Who, Who says When
And determines life from a mortal sin
Try to manage and stay abreast
Then in time you have peace and rest