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The year was twenty-twenty,

Covid had just come around.

I was in that special crowd,

Because the hospital turned me down.

I was deemed elective.

I went home again,

laid down suffering,

because I was deemed elective.

I was deemed elective.

Thirty pounds gone,

to the ER I was bound.

On a gurney, down the hall

then a phone call stopped it all.

I was deemed elective.

Went and tried again,

a CT showed some signs.

But still they sent me home,

because I was deemed elective.

I was deemed elective.

After some time,

I was malnourished.

I felt it was cancerous,

but I had been deemed elective.

I was deemed elective.

Finally a surgeon said,

“to biopsy you’ll need a bed.”

Finally I wasn’t elective.

Yes, I had cancer again,

they almost killed and that’s a sin,

because I was deemed elective.

But here I am to tell this tale,

six more chemo rounds and I prevailed.

Some doctors and politicians should be in jail,

because I was deemed elective.

I was deemed elective,

till the truth came crashing in.

I was deemed elective,

but the fight was mine to win.

I was deemed elective…

I was deemed elective.