The Compostual Existentialist

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Poetry Week: Prostate Cancer

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Prostate Cancer
I’d rather be a dancer
Than have prostate cancer
Which doesn’t sound pleasant
At all
Your bits inside rotting
The doctor just spotting
The discharge and pain
In your smalls
It kills many men yearly
But typically nearly
Few of them went to
The doctors
So mums get your son
To get a finger up their bum
To make sure they’re Fit
And well

Ah thank you.


There were only two three entries in this years poll. Help LJ stay alive by encouraging me to post more regularly and enter your topic here.

For more of my award winning poetry see here

For some prose, see the latest post at The Other Compost

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Author: stegzy

Once, long ago, I wrote frequently on Livejournal. I then moved to Blogspot, where I discovered that blogging requires an audience. So I moved back to LJ. Then over to Dreamwidth, back to LJ, up the road of self hosting with Muckybadger before giving up entirely and moving over to Wordpress. It was at that moment I decided I would spread my compostual nonsense simultaneously across the blogosphere like some rancid margarine. And so here I am. I am a badger. But then I'm not really a badger. I am a human. With badger like tendencies. I am a writer, a film producer and a social commentator. I am available for Breakfast TV shows, documentaries and chats in the pub with journalists.

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