Was that a blessing or
one of those superficial afflictions
that kept me moaning in agony
last night?

I mean, it showed me its teeth,
and I was gnashing mine...
But, like an eagle,
took me under its wing
and comforted me.

Stockholm syndrome.
Bypass everything else
and I'll show it affection.

It's cancer.
It's foolish excuse for relief.
It'll **** me, man, it will.