My gutís a messy picture book
These days. You might not care to look.
The operation that we thought
Had got it all? Well, it did not.
Now chemicals have hatched a plan
To kill the baddest cells they can.
The villains they are out to whack
Have got to go. Hail that attack!
Yet this drug mix skews my insides
By offing other prey besides.
While lethal to malignancies,
In crucial ways it fails to please:
It snuffs benign cells on which I
Rely as I try not to die.
I love and hate this stuff. Thatís why.

Chris O'Carroll

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