I Have A Little Illness
(with apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson)
I have a little illness that seems to follow me,
And what can be the use of it is more than I can see.
It conspires to make me tired, as other cancers do,
But when I try to use that? “Oh, yeah? I’m tired, too.”
Some thing to do with marrow and cells that like to grow,
But, pal, if you’re not dyin’, nobody wants to know.
The onset of fibrosis will give a mortal pause.
Lay that on a neighbor who likes Dancing With the Stars.
Polycythemia Vera? It lacks a certain flair.
Too many boring syllables for detached minds to care.
And, true, its tortoise-progress makes it no less mean…
Don’t look for too much passion over your distended spleen.
So, on I soldier, pilgrims, to a distant, abstract place.
My life has been a blessing. It’s true: Amazing Grace.
Barring fate and karma, the end’s not close at hand.
Just don’t tell John Boehner. My needle costs a grand!
— Arnie McConnell
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