ITS ALMOST CHRISTMAS. The booze-be-a-flowin. I dont think ill be sober till january.
Darling when you are sleeping, my name I hear you call out.
Then you turn to me and hold me very near
but I can't help but wondering what happens after the fallout
will you still love me, dear?
Would you love me at all if I lost all my hair?
Would you still hold my hand if my skin wasn't there?
I can't help but think you won't find me attractive when isotopes rend me radioactive.
Will you still whisper the words that I so long to hear
Into the hole that denotes where I once had an ear
When I'm gaunt and too exhausted to crawl
Will you love me then at all?
When I'm covered in sores will your love linger on?
Will you still like my smile when my teeth are all gone?
Will you hold me close in a tender embrace even when I'm sprouting a cancerous growth on my face?
When these eyes that you loved gently melt down my cheek
When the retching and vomiting leave me to weak
Will you still get a thrill when you hear my name?
Yes you will, because you will be the same.