The Big C

© Mark Betcher

Your Mama, your Daddy, and your dog and cat too
Your Sister your Brother they all sing the Big C Blues
I might be next when my Big C bill comes due

If your feeling bad and you anit got the flu
If you go to the doctor and he says there nothing he can do
You’re only hope is that your doctor anit got a clue

You may have it bad and then you may have it better
But better is mostly your dream that you lost that letter
Because tomorrow will find you every bit the deader

Wasting away is no good for no one
All that high doctoring and your hospital becomes a prison
Time to make your choice before your time is done

Death chooses us, his hour glass is filled with his sand
He is kind to few but hard as hell on the damned
I hope you are asleep when it is your time to leave this land