All done. (a short poem, I think, is in order).

Cancer, I drop trou at thee!

For you have been a most unwelcome guest, lo these last 9 months..

NAY!  nearly three years, in fact!

Yet, I have cooked for you, and shared my bourbon.

My wife has cleaned up after you and your dirty underpants.

My freinds and family: REAL guests!

Guests who arrive with groceries, and rub my feet,

and pick up after themselves..  They have put up with your foul temper,

your abusive language, your shitty sense of humor, and your total lack of imagination.

So I say, “fuck you, AND your horse..  You are not welcome here.”

“high thee hence!!”

“get lost!”

“scram”

I will not open the door when you ring the bell.

And I hope you get the same treatment anywhere else you try to stay.

I hope you die lonely.

(I pray I have made it clear to you that we are not friends. Lose my number.)

Goodbye.

59 Replies to “All done. (a short poem, I think, is in order).”

  1. I am going to go pour myself a long tall glass of whiskey in your honor right now, my friend. You deserve it. May this be the beginning.

  2. OMG I just spat on my keyboard. That is funny shizzle!
    Rock on you crazy cooker, bike maker, ass kicker and poet!
    Yeow!

  3. Been following your bikes, your journey, and your flickr for the good part of these last couple years, and I’m so happy that you’re finally through all of this.
    Back to bikes and food Ezra!

  4. Smile
    family
    friends
    music
    food
    breathe
    cold
    and you helped me to make cancer to cry
    now every second is amazing
    life make sense
    happiness
    dreams
    hugh
    silence
    smile

    Felicidades Ezra 🙂

  5. This poem is a great reminder to help people remember to keep fighting! Cancer won’t quit, so you shouldn’t either!

    Fight for those who have lost their fight, like my mother, Lei Ann Holbert who died of colon cancer in 2008… I will love you always, mom. I always will miss hearing you say you love me back, but I can still feel it when I think of you.