Cease and De-Cyst

It’s not like cancer left

the lump on my wrist like

some malleable fleshy super

ball.  Instead, this annoying

knob is purely courtesy of

neurons refusing to communicate

and years of shelving

heavy Engineering journals in the

library.  I’m sure Shakespeare Quarterly

had nothing to do with this benign

bump. 

The doctor remarks that it used to be

common for people to smash the

swelling with a Bible.  Convinced

only a King James version could drive

out such a painful protuberance,

I inform him that broken bones and

surgery will not be necessary.  Besides,

after spending considerable time waiting and

squishing my little ganglion cyst in the

fluorescent front room, I scanned all

coffee tables only to find that even The

Gideons forgot this

office.