just because you have his teeth  
                          doesn't mean the lymphoma  
will spread up through your jaw  
                          your parts haven't been recalled
like the car that hit him    
doesn't mean the cancer will
             crush you in your twenties  
as you turn to walk home  

don't stand there at the club
             and tell me you're dying 
don't tell me you're under contract 
what have they hired, your spirit or your hands?
don't tell me you don't need both

                         run home
you have the most spectacular hair 
            but that is not the greatest tragedy here 
just because you have his teeth