Herceptin Drip
One pin prick and it's drip, drip, drip
Try to live, that's the trick
Stick a needle through the porthole
and stainless steel makes us immortal?
But there's no cure, it's all a lie
With our first breath
we proceed to die
And talk, talk, talk
won't change a thing
The posey's still grow round
in rings
poem by Sara Fielder
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