I’ve search high and low
My pace is as caterpillar slow
Noted above flying are black crows
Everything will induce yawn and doze
Spring, autumn, winter and summer
But this season I’m in is vague and dimmer
Boredom is here to stay and linger
Restlessness would come sooner or later
Work takes longer to complete
Deadlines are harder to meet
Those are few in the signs and symptoms list
Things are either stationary or in crisis
The recurrence rate is just too high
After chemo or radiotherapy, you would still sigh
It’s so hard to tell if you are cured or will die
Boredocarcinoma will just squeeze me dry
by nite
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