Bought a new bone handled knife
Spent all day
Sharpening it right
To a razors edge and better
My new bone handled knife
I only hope its sharp enough
To do the job I have in mind
To cut and to scrape
To incise and  to remove
All those cancerous parts
Those parts of me
That I do not like
I will whittle and slice
Carve and carve and keep going
Until I am more than satisfied
That I had done it right
So that nothing more remains
Of the me I cannot stand