Yeah Butt

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Dysfunctional Poetry

Just something to kill a little time. Perhaps if Dr. Seuss had suffered from the medical malady, he might have ... no, he wouldn’t have. My apologies.


Yeah Butt...


At first I was essential

In my own essential way

Showing up to work to do my duty 

Day after day after day

As others were being furloughed 

I kept going in

Satisfied to survive the Friday cut

Again and again and again 

From early March to October 

Work was essentially fine 

Although by the beginning of April 

I began to exhibit issues

Of a profoundly medical kind

By the middle of July

They’d performed the uncertainty-ectomy

So I could know just how things stand

Dr. Kusuda’s diagnosis direct to me

Was cancer of the prostate gland

What followed was frustration 

Bureaucracy and delay

The “world’s best” healthcare system

Couldn’t get out of its own way

The advocates and practitioners 

Were trying to do their thing 

It was the CT schedulers mucking up the works

Because they couldn’t hear the telephone ring

Days dragged into weeks

Then into months filled with dread

Working ceased as pain increased

All the while my cancer spread

Now I’m halfway through the treatment 

Blessed by the tribal gene

All that bloodline does accord

That I never could afford

In my immune compromised self quarantine 

Amidst the government lockdown 

If there is a silver lining

Throughout these sleepless nights 

I find the time to write 

So you won’t hear me whining 

Yeah 2020 has been a heartless bitch 

On that we can all agree

But if I can beat back cancer once more 

And my butt’s not sore

That’s good enough for me 



20 Nov 2020



Submitted: November 20, 2020

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Penny Scribe

I sincerely wish you the best ShadyBrady. Your poem is a substantive account of reality. Touched my heart.

Fri, November 20th, 2020 7:17pm


Thanx. I have my moments.

Fri, November 20th, 2020 2:36pm

Steven P. Pody

An alternate crappy route through the horrors of 2020... I wish you luck in the personal outcome, and I hope the deep-soul-sourced writing helps, sir.

Fri, November 20th, 2020 7:47pm


Writing keeps me (almost) sane. And I expect to come sailing through this episode of cancer smelling like the proverbial rose.

Thank you for your thoughts and good wishes. I’m sneaking up on 50,000 “reads”... that’ ... 100,000 eyeballs!

I’m glad Booksie is here for me to rant at in those wee hours when sleep eludes me.

And thankful for folks like you whi take the time to offer comment,

Fri, November 20th, 2020 2:41pm


Your poem is deep and sad. I'm sorry for your struggles. I am glad that you have time to write, because I enjoyed (doesn't seem like the right word choice) the read. I wish you well. Write On!

Sat, November 21st, 2020 12:52am


It’s all good. Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts.

I’ve got this. And other than a weird tan line that I didn’t even notice until one of the radiation techs pointed it out, I’m none the worse for the wear.

Fri, November 20th, 2020 10:25pm

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