I'd much rather surf
than write a fucking haiku,
but, like, whatever.

I might have cancer.
Or a nasty hemorrhoid.
Time for a check up.

For now I'll live life.
I'd love me some pot brownies
or ganja goo balls.

If it is cancer,
I'll go whoring and drinking
and take lots of drugs.

Chemotherapy
is more gay than getting fucked
by an ass tumor.