Courting Cancer
Copyright 2002 by Jon Gill

My girlfriend is with me
We’re attached at the hip
And also the eyes and
The ears, hands, and lips
Come to think of it now
She’s been growing on me
Ever since I allowed
My flesh to reign free

I like her, you see
That’s why we’ve been courting
Though it’s certainly nothing
That’s quite worth recording
No, I’m sure I’m quite free
I decide when she’ll use me
I’m never quite totally
Sure she’ll abuse me

When I look in the mirror
And see her on me
I’m not so insecure
That I want to be free
It’d be painful to sever –
Cut it out with a knife?
I’m not even sure
That I need a real wife

You asked what I think
I think this is my answer
I’m totally, compulsively
Content to court cancer.


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