If I were to draw a long bow and let it go
Astride my steed of ingratitude then
Pink is the colour of saccharine passive
Not tits. They are biopsy punch purple
Radio red chemo yellow battle brown
And your fundraising ribbon Avon ted
No good to me when I'm good and dead
Then if you say I gave up a noble fight
Watch out as some nice lady may shit
on you from a great height.