Because I had a dream
That a chiropractor diagnosed me
With a fatal cancer, that, in fact,
Was my demise.
So you might mock me
And say I'd rather die
Than go to a chiropractor,
And think me stubborn,
Or superstitious.
But truth be told,
I just want to die with dignity
A kind of death that life deserves,
Without all the bells and whistles,
Such as hair all falling out,
Or needles and probes
Needling and probing.
Because the truth is
We're all going to die.
And our polite society,
With all it's traditions,
Religion, and cultures,
Soap operas game shows,
Football and politics,
Distract us from this ultimatum,
And divide us into small minded
Shallow waders
Who don't look deep
Out past the harbor
To see
That we are all brothers and sisters
Who have been orphaned, after all,
And we journey together
In the very same paddle boat.
-jenn
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