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Goodbye, prostate and bladder, adios, carcinoma:
I’ve traded them in for a sack and a stoma.
One testicle’s missing, esophagus, too,
And a piece of my stomach, so here’s what I’ll do.
I’ll make sure that some organs remain to inter
When that most melancholy event should occur.
And from grids that are formed by incision and suture,
My Gypsy will forecast a long, pleasant future:
Achievements abundant and even majestic,
But just now I’m feeling a bit anapestic.