Bottled Cancer Poem by Raj Dronamraju

I stay away from bottled cancer
And the processed sugar that shimmers so sweetly like a crocodile's teeth, waiting to pounce on the banks of a slow, sweltering river

I stay away from deep fried Satan
And the vicissitudes that ooze from within
The padlock on appetite pried apart

Your black self-worth comes bubbling up
In carbonated geyser
And you kill your spirit with 50 kinds of breakfast cereal

And bottled cancer
In concert
With sitting or lying prone for up to 18 hours a day

Your fatty deposits contain one one more conspirator in the death of Western civilization
And the bottled cancer sits on the shelf in plastic armies
It keeps coming in diabetic waves of invasion