Zelle: [email protected]

I may not have a clue
I may not have the answer
Another thing that I don't have
is radioactive face cancer 

Uranium my cranium!

My skeleton's gone fission!

My spinal column
has become quite solemn;
I've been arrested on suspicion
of juggling blood cells
beneath the mud bells
of the church
of the musician,

Of weeping on the missteps
of the heavenly hotel,
emoting through the roof
of the upside-down
wishing well,
engaged in monumental fascistic
rants, or
prancing through the street
like an intercontinental ballistic
dancer,

But one thing they can't pin on me
is radioactive face cancer

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