disease dis

cancer, you ugly and unwanted guest
you always show up uninvited
sidling into skin, worming into the chest
and you wonder why hosts aren't excited?

you've crashed my party once before,
it was illin' but you made it iller--
now you're at a friends' & you're back for more
and i fear that you might make it killer.

you're a lump, you're a bump - a total disgrace
(plus your manners are utterly sickening)
we all ask you politely to get the hell out
and still you just sit there, thickening.