Saturday, June 6, 2020

A Cancer Poem



Rest in peace my Love.

June 8, 1967-February 15, 2020



By Professor Doomed
(published posthumously)


Allow today’s post as a poem I wrote:





Every day is cancer day, every single day

Every day is cancer day, it never goes away

Cancer in the morning, afternoon and night

Cancer in the darkness, cancer in the light





Cancer treatments, cancer pain

Cancer just comes back again

Cancer life is constant fright

This is not a cancer fight



Cancer hokum, cancer lies

Ev’ry one with cancer dies

“Trust me,” says another doc

But it’s just another crock



Cancer doctor wrong again

Cancer doctor rakes it in

Cancer doctor never right,

Cancer doctor just a blight



“Don’t give up” they do refrain

But the cancer’s back again

Kill my future, kill my past,

Doctors now kill me at last







CancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancerCancer




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Every day was cancer day, every single day

Every day was cancer day, it never went away…




(Apparently I’ve died, and a friend is posting for me. What follows are the remainder of my posts re: higher ed, followed by a few other entries. Alas, laptop troubles caused some 6 months of my writing to vanish into smoke recently, and I don’t have the energy to try to rewrite so much. I summarize:)



In the sex trade, a “child prostitute” is basically a big source of revenue. You rent it out to a monster, who brutalizes that “prostitute” as much as possible. If the child survives, then it’s passed on to another monster, generating more revenue. The owner repeats this until the child dies.

That’s the sex trade. In modern medicine, the equivalent is clearly “cancer patient,” although it’s possibly just “patient.” In any event, every time I realize I’ve been screwed over horribly, I just get passed to a new doctor.

I understand that I was an adult when I first trusted a doctor not to hurt me, and that I kept coming back to these monsters and so to a large extent I deserve what happened to me. Damn MDA in Houston for doing so much harm without so much as an apology.






13 comments:

  1. Now that you're dead, can you tell us who you are.

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  2. My condolences to Dr. Doom's friends and family. I enjoyed his posts.

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  3. Just learned this from my daughter Kira. Prof. Doom was a wonderful observer and much loved here by his fans. He made a difference to many people and followed by libertarians and others concerned about education system betterment worldwide. I was just re-reading his book.

    Please receive our family's condolences.

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  4. Goodbye, Professor Doom. Rest in peace, knowing you made the world a better place through your efforts.

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  5. An important and much-needed voice has been taken away. God comfort and bless his family and friends.

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  6. May you find some peace in the next life Professor Doom. In this day and age truth tellers are so few... now we have one less. You will be missed.

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  7. Read this guy starting back in 2014 or '15, he was a great writer. I hope his mental state was better than this poem makes it out to have been, if it was then at least his anguish is over.

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  8. My Condolences also. I enjoyed his writing very much. I also appreciate his interest in my work and his reviews of my books. His insights about the college event and issues will prove to be prophetic.

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  9. Condolences from the Gilsons.

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  10. Rest in Peace Professor Doom. I never got to know you personally, but I would not wish cancer on anyone.

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  11. I have thoroughly enjoyed the posts on here for a number of years and I only now heard about his untimely passing. My condolences to his family and my best wishes to him as he embarks on his soul's journey.

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  12. Condolences to Dr. Doom's friends and family. Amazing posts.

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