“I suffered an alternate cancer
of which I had no control
The doctor provided me no means
to escape the confines of my bowl

My body, it seems, is merging its cells
Mitosis has switched its direction
Instead of pills, the doctors brought knives
to save me from Divine Intersection

My corpulent form’s been reduced to a pulp:
slippery cells you could clutch in your hand
Eventually, I fear, I will be just one…
…and lose faith that I was once a man

The scientists descended like vultures
and stared at me as I lay
and prodded some beetle-sized nuclei
and exclaimed “What a marvelous day!

This man, this enigma! We’ve found the cure!
Quick, send this man to the lab!
Examine his corpse, cryogenically frozen,
Find his secrets with several swift stabs!”

I frantically tried to explain
That I remained alive
But…I could not speak
And how could I know If I have or have not died?

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