I wrote these after I was told my g-dad had Cancer, I felt bad for a while but then I analyzed all the possible out comes and dealt with them, then I felt selfish for being so cold, so I guess the Genre of these poems would be selfishness etc. Anywhoo please give me your views, don't worry about tip toeing around my Granfather's condition because i've dealt with it. I Wallow in my selfishness, Warmed in ym self-satisfied glow, rotting from the inside, Stop, no, My body controls my mind, my selfish body, It's needs wants and desires, my selfish body, ruler of my mnd. The moon falls from the sky, I care, Tears fallaround me, I care. My brain rips up the evidence, I analyze, I don't care, I feel bad, I feel selfish, I care. O we of little faith, we see no miracles, hear no wisdom, taste no blood of Jesus, we see hatred, hear greed, taste the blood of the exploited. O help us e of much faith. No,wait! Don't!
