Oh my Lady Malady, your presence is a melody!
Forgive my nails if they dig too deep
beneath the paint that covers you.
Please free my hand, the one that tries
to shove you off the train.

I serenaded you when everything and everyone yelled
"YOU HAVE CANCER!!!"
I thought
you had a soft-
er heart, oh Lady Malady.

I, guess, not.