Chemo-Poetry

I met an Indian man who held me up with a ray gun
Pierced my pelvis with the power of the sun
He was into physics and all of creation
Showed me his machine that he used to save the world

Next thing I know I was being poisoned by a black man
With a platinum potion so potent and pure
He told me to pray, boy, and search for the godhead
Said surely this will kill you if first its not the cure

It got dark and I was standing there dreaming
About the day the sun was gonna shine on me
Rid my body of all this madness
The coldness of death that plagues my soul

Before it was over I was in a knife fight with a surgeon
He and all his cronies cut me from end to end
They hovered over my body as I lie there motionless
Stabbing me with delicate fury from which I could not defend

Even though I lost my ass I made it out breathin'
And I am sure God will tell me all about His reasons
I stand here bleeding, the victim of a bruisin'
The 12th round bell is ringin' and I never liked loosing

When it gets dark you can't quit dreaming
About the day the sun is gonna shine on you
Fill your spirit with unending gladness
Defeat death that plagues your soul