twas my third date with mr. chemo
two bottles of black wine
completed the fine dine
exquisite liquid served
diluted into my veins
crept up my nerves
frozen my brain
mr. chemo, mr. chemo
wears no tuxedo rides no limo
ready with bottles of black wine
and i shan't whine
for the taste of the wine
always difficult to comprehend
the fourth momento
is about to come before agusto
but damned mr. chemo
keeps forgeting to pay the memo
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