One time supposedly friend
Confident,  my ear
to help me
through those days 

Now you suffer
stage 4, you say
Lung cancer
they told you
Love my cigs, you say 

What’re you
going to do
radiation, chemo
with ensuing
chemo brain 

Who will you call
while having your scotch
at 10:30 every
nights sleep
to talk one way
for your listener 

And how do you
feel now,
Mister Death