Someone or a few someones said no one ever says anything good about Cancer, so here goes:
First, cooking is power. I can cook, by God. That means I can eat anything I am in the mood for and I don’t have to rely on anyone and yet you call Cancer “dependent”. What about all you people sitting around waiting (hoping) to be cooked for, hmm…?
Never mind, Cancer rules babies. What is a bigger deal than a baby, huh? Your sex life? Your friends? The dream you had last night? BABIES, people. BAY-BEEs are pretty damned hard to beat.
And what about your mother? Still laboring under the misconception she has nothing to do with you? You came out her body for Godsakes, so give me a break! You can’t hate Cancer, you can only be a fool.
“If the Mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy,” and don’t you forget it!