and a jew in the bathroom
but I am NED
(no evidence of disease)
definitely not dead.
My colon's intact
my brain’s on toast
my appendix took a nap
but I love it the most!
Chomp chomp sizzle
go the eggs in the skillet
my daughter drew a wizard
out of syrup and jam
on a piece of ham.
Doo-wop bop!
The transgender waitress sings—
Daddy beat cancer
and now he’s eating chicken wings
for breakfast like one lucky bastard.
Pour more maple,
stack it all real high
for I’m the king of this morning
Hash brown casserole
looks me dead in the eye
whispers “you did it”
and I start to cry—
but only a little
'cause my tears taste like pecan pie.
From chemo to gravy,
from fear to fried toast
I’m alive, I’m absurd,
I am marching onward,
but right now I am here
but right now I am here
with my baby
and I’m buttered the most.
and I’m buttered the most.