My Aunt Sue died last night
Haven’t been feeling right since,
Cause if God controls everything
Then why does he let us call it quits,
Or let lungs and limbs stop defending off
poison in the body, drink too much coffee
Blood pressure goes up, too much caffeine and nicotine in the blood
And your up, and can’t sleep.
If God wanted us not to suffer then what does that make for me, Aunt Sue, Jeremy and Jimmy?
All part of my family, and cancer got them all.
But the soul leaves the body, and they all rejoice in harmony, in a soulful sea, totally free, from the pain and brutality of cancer and all other things theres no answer for.
But couldn’t something? Science? God? Work together to cure it all?
Like when a dude gets lit up for wearing the wrong color chucks, in his own neighborhood, what happens to his family…his friends? His pain is gone, but the pain lives on in the eyes of his kids, and on in their song.
My Aunt Sue, she decided she would die without suffering through chemo, but the body can only break and then finally it goes.
As sure as a New England winter, you know it will always snow, someone will fall to cancer, that’s what we wear the pink ribbons for.
I say the body is made of salt and water.
And an ocean is filled with salt and water.
If we live in a world where parts of the ocean are undiscovered….then couldn’t the answer be somewhere in that water?
That soulful sea that lives in the world of green leaves?
Couldn’t’t the calming effect of a tide pool understand you better then you do?
I don’t know I think of things like this,
Like its easy to say FUCK CANCER, but the problem still exists, and even when I’m done with this little trip to Davis and back. They’ll still be heart attacks, some from fat, and some from smack, and though cancer kills more smokers then I can even comprehend….When I’m done reading this poem, I’m gonna still smoke a cigarette.
So why do we do this?
Our lives we live are not soulful seas. Not the ocean breeze, nah, were swimming in a cesspool, and its in our food and in our air we breathe.
So that’s the fact, we get like 50 good years of living, tops.
Then the body breaks down and all that fun you had.
Every cheeseburger, every cigarette
Every drink you had, it all comes back
Whats up with that?
Living healthy sucks. Smoking and drinking and coughing up from the lungs sucks, and I’m broke,
but still shell out 8 bucks for a pack,
Whats up with that?
Then we drink too much, and regurgitate what we drunk, and we call this fun? Kids looking forward to 21?
I know I am very unhealthy, and even more int the mind, but well that’s fine, and I’m sure It’s time to change around my life, wish I could believe these words I write.
I guess since theres no answer to this question
I hoped I’d sent a message but if I don’t…
I guess its easy to revolt
Rise up with all of us who lost someone to this,
Scream it loud
Lets do something about it….and hope the message sticks
Rest In Peace Susie Greenberg.