"Sing It, Bluesman" (poem)

First you tell me I have cancer
then you say I don't
can you, can't you fix me
or is it that you won't.

It doesn't really matter,
I won't go back anyway,
It would take several visits,
to hear what they really say.

I don't need that kind of crazy
it doesn't change a thing
I still can't hold a note
and I still can't fookin' sing.