Light Pink

Let's not talk about cancer anymore.
Let's not buy the light pink mixers, water bottles, ribbons.
No football players in pink leggings.
Let's not listen to it. In the most literal sense.

Let's kill it like it has killed us.
More and more of us all the time.
When did it become so stylish?

I hate you, cancer. You selfish spreading germ.
You aggressive little brat. Die, scum.

We need no awareness of a nagging jerk.
Let's burst awareness. Let's ignore it like it has ignored our joyful wishes.
Let's let it whimper and fizzle alone and scared.
No more wigs, books, jokes--close up shop.