9th December 2010
In bed on Thursday night, I heard The Bespoken Word on Radio 4, recorded at the Cheltenham Literary Festival.
Being Radio 4 they had selected a bunch of rap poets. I wasn’t too keen on this and wondered whether to switch it off, but among the yowling, growling voices, I heard someone called Mik Artistik.
Apparently he makes a living by touring the north of
The next morning I e- mailed him and he sent me a copy of the poem.
I spoke to him later on the phone and apparently he doesn’t have cancer, has never had it. It was purely a work of the imagination.
Hello Jane,
Thank you for your email. It gave me a jolt and made me thank God
I can run about painting and doing poetry and music.
I am happy that the cancer poem has given you a buzz and some cheer
and I hope you continue to paint and create Stuckist stuff.
It's a touchy subject for lots of people, I think.
I am in rude health and had some misgivings about doing it initially because
Ben and Johnny who are in my band, Mik Artistik's Ego Trip, both lost their parents
to cancer. However we had a few chats about it and boom it's out there now.
Here it is...
Woke up this mornin ..Cancer ,
had a cuppa tea .. .. Cancer,
went for a wee............. Cancer
Cancer's killin me.
Went to the pictures ...Cancer
had a cuppa coffee .. Cancer,
had a fuckin toffee.. Cancer
Cancer's all I see.
There's nothin that I want for Christmas,
There's nowhere that I want to be,
I sometimes feel like killin meself,
..but Cancer's killin me.
I've lost four stone... Cancer,
I can fit in me jeans ..Cancer
I look like a dream..Cancer
Cancer's killin me.
I wish it were flu but it's ..Cancer.
What can I do I've got.. Cancer.
I wish it were you that had Cancer,
instead of ..Cancer killin me
It's also on our album "BLASTER" with a Latin backing, available on cdbaby.com
Merry Christmas lass,
Mik
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