Much safer to biopsy once you’re dead
Now they could sample my entire corpse
That twenty year lightning bolt pain in the back?
Fibrosis snagging a lumbar nerve
Always to the bathroom every night
Not my boggy prostate’s fault
A bladder cyst stuck right in the way
Ruining nights and quite a few days
The doctors missed more than they found
Coronary plaques ready to rip
Dime sized lung cancer floating in a scar
A melanoma under my big toe’s nail
Feeding the bloodstream
They even got wrong what killed me:
Not the kidney tumor but a tiny stroke
Perfectly placed to foul up immunity
Though formally dead
I’m virtually alive
AIs claim they can fix all the changes
Even the ill effects on my personality
Knife cuts of rage still mark me
But I don’t want their fix
I knew my body a lifetime
And now as I reside in the Godspace
There’s lots more time to make adjustments
You clowns missed all those diseases
Please don’t screw up the electricity, okay?