It’s so bold as to steal your hair whilst you’re still around,
Removes fat from places you didn’t even know you have.
It gets greedy, wants cells, tissues, what ever can be found,
Trying to expand it’s territory, wants to wear the crown.
Like an army at war, it’s rallying the troops.
Your body is the enemy to be overcome.
It’s trampling over you, wearing heavy big black boots
But that’s not the big issues, when is all said and done.
I can forgive the increased temperature and heart rate
Make jokes about the lack of hair
Even be as bold to ask about how you lost so much weight
If this new cancer diet is one to share.
But I think you’ve taken enough from us now,
It’s time for you to end this game
Give him back his dignity which made him so proud,
As to wear the Harrison name.
Let my mum smile once more,
For her only worries to be about the house
For this to be some other buggers problem
That even our nightmares wouldn’t dare let us dream about