Our prostate it
withers, we're now radioactive man
Our trip to the airport
for a coffee proved provocative
Those sensors at the
entrance set off quite the jam
That cop's car seat got
wetter as the hours dragged on
Just can't hold it no
more
Brachytherapy will cure
us from this malignancy of body and mind
But these meds they
distort gravity, one's wits get misconstrued
We lost our inhibitions
as they poked our tender behind
We now walk with a
swagger, catheter bag eased the yearning
Sleep the whole night
through
The seeds got
implanted, the wallet got a card
Says to please not
incinerate this dear man,
The fumes may do you
in, just lay him to rest
Under six feet of clay,
cause he's radioactive, man
Dust to dust
We gave up our hideaway
under our bridge
To endure benignancy at
the local shelter c/w bugs
Our four legged Bessy
is lonely as can be, what a dear cow
If only our wife missed
us as much, no memory, 30 second compassion
In her swanky care
home, we love her still
Six months they tell us
and we'll be all cured
The seeds will give up
their puissance, our prostate in ruin
So we'll live out this
winter in our luxurious digs
In spring to smell
flowers fresh under our bridge
Come what may
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