What a lucky fucker am I
that when that firework hit my eye
I didn’t die
And who even knew
that although you’re better off with two
that just one eye will do
just fine, you see
Lucky, lucky me
And when I got a killer disease
I got the sort they can cure with ease
if you please
Surgery
Urgently
Blackcurrant jam on toast with tea
Lucky, lucky me
This poem is included in the book, The Big J vs The Big C: issues, experiences and poems in the battle against breast cancer
