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A Cure for Cancer

for John C. Trier

I reserve the right to act like a petchulant child no matter how old I get.
To erupt in sudden fits of temper, and topple the game board,
throwing dice,
calling names, and flailing my fists at the unfairness of it all,
to let the rage flow through me,
running it’s course,
and disipating as suddenly as it came upon me.
None of us are in control,
the rules of the game are stacked against us,
and if we wan’t to we have the right to throw a mother fucking tantrum.
Keep that shit inside if you want,
that’s what causes cancer.

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