Guitar Cases and Dirty Clothes

This one is pretty old, but it’s a favorite.

CANCER IS A BITCH

When she was here the cancer was…well…cancer
Like your car going underwater and knowing you will drown
Like opening a bag of chips and realizing it’s half full of air
LIke a mute quadriplegic playing bingo
She was the ticking clock on the face of a microwave counting down and freaking you out with that annoying little ding.

Now she’s gone.
It’s like getting picked last, except this is not dodgeball, it’s life
Like being the only one who survives a car crash
Like having an elephant tied around my neck
It is a constant why
Why her?
Why me?
Cancer is a bitch.