Its Big Bad Mr. “C” comes to town,

To turn everything around and upside-down.

He takes your son, husband, friends,

Neighbors, brothers and sisters too.

Tall or small

He wants them all.

He is meaner than a snake,

Badder than a skunk,

Lowdown underhanded scum.

He comes quietly in the night

Or

Unobserved in morning

Light.

Big Bad Mr. “C” steals one nostril

Then the next

Nothing is left that resembles your face.

Its Big Bad Mr. “C” comes to town

To turn everything around and upside-down.

He takes your son, husband, friends,

Neighbors, brothers and sisters too.

Tall or small

He wants them all.

He is meaner than a snake,

Badder than a skunk,

Lowdown underhanded scum.

He gains entry through the blood

Robs a chest, an arm and leg

Deeper he goes

There is no stopping him

Till lung, kidney or stomach is gone.

He operates with precision

Leaves no trail. Sometimes closes windows

Locks doors.

No one knows his presence there.

Surprise, he has come

Taken all.

When he has a yen

He may come for you, what then?

Its Big Bad Mr. “C” comes to town

To turn everything around

And upside-down.

Takes your son, husband, friends,

Neighbors, brothers and sister

Too

Tall or small

He wants them all.

Meaner than a snake,

Badder than a skunk,

Lowdown underhanded scum.

He’s got to be hung,

That scum.

Shot on sight

No question asked.

This place is not safe,

Till justice be done

No one will cry for Big Bad Mr.”C”

There will be a sigh of relief in the land.

(This poem was written by a participant at The Gathering Place, Mario Kujawski. If you have written a poem or story you would like to share, contact Eileen Coan in our library, coan@touchedbycancer.org )

At last we can sleep calm.

LORD keep us far from fear and

HARM.

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