...so everything enraging here, so much so (headlined),
Cancer! Cervical! False Negative!Screening. (smearing)
smears.
So having up your tender insides, smears.
Cold metal instrument you cannot see
so helpless so
don't! tense. T'won't hurt...much.
A scrape across the flesh is all,
so who would want that, who? You? do that, though. You do. You.
Have to. Or not; no sex no HPV the paralysing vaccine risk
Oh hush! Don't speak...that,
you must be mad or bad to say
That.
And after That,
false negatives.
no telling
Anything true.
No telling...you...you have your cancer now its yours.
Is it 'cause you're Herd?
I mean like Cervicalcheck?
they must protect
the screening plan?
The herd immune?
fake news about false negatives.
strategic stoopid...
No, that's not it, Oh that's not...it. not that. it's...
Slippery diss-ingenuity talk,
it's talkin' on the TV talk
it's talkin' talkin'
(smiling)
The herd the herd the good work
Done.
The innocent failure of planning after the inevitable errors in screening after the perfectly predictable
misreading of your unfortunately misleading...smear.
The way no woman wasn't
treated.
The way every woman was
done.
Your cancer. Yours.
White elephants dance behind him on the TV screen, the hospice rooms.
It's this I mean, it's this. I mean
...the three year wait to have another scan.
American systems scraping less
Flesh. America having yearly scans.
They knew they knew they knew they
resigned... figured...did the math...
You tell the herd, it only takes one headline one, dying woman one
to find us.
She found you anyway,
Vicky Phelan.
Cancer! Cervical! False Negative!Screening. (smearing)
smears.
So having up your tender insides, smears.
Cold metal instrument you cannot see
so helpless so
don't! tense. T'won't hurt...much.
A scrape across the flesh is all,
so who would want that, who? You? do that, though. You do. You.
Have to. Or not; no sex no HPV the paralysing vaccine risk
Oh hush! Don't speak...that,
you must be mad or bad to say
That.
And after That,
false negatives.
no telling
Anything true.
No telling...you...you have your cancer now its yours.
Is it 'cause you're Herd?
I mean like Cervicalcheck?
they must protect
the screening plan?
The herd immune?
fake news about false negatives.
strategic stoopid...
No, that's not it, Oh that's not...it. not that. it's...
Slippery diss-ingenuity talk,
it's talkin' on the TV talk
it's talkin' talkin'
(smiling)
The herd the herd the good work
Done.
The innocent failure of planning after the inevitable errors in screening after the perfectly predictable
misreading of your unfortunately misleading...smear.
The way no woman wasn't
treated.
The way every woman was
done.
Your cancer. Yours.
White elephants dance behind him on the TV screen, the hospice rooms.
It's this I mean, it's this. I mean
...the three year wait to have another scan.
American systems scraping less
Flesh. America having yearly scans.
They knew they knew they knew they
resigned... figured...did the math...
You tell the herd, it only takes one headline one, dying woman one
to find us.
She found you anyway,
Vicky Phelan.
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