Ain't Gonna Miss You

I’ve been thinking a lot this week about a dear melahomie who’s been lying in the hospital recuperating from yet another melanoma tumor excision. And wondering why she has yet to catch a break from the Black Beast, while I’ve been Mr. NED for over ten years.

Hoping and praying that this surgery is the end of it for her and her melanoma is gone for good, I’ll sign off with a little song to melanoma, to the tune of Eric Clapton’s “Miss You”…



Don't change your mind,
I ain't got the time to sit and wonder.
I'm doing fine.
If you decide to leave, I won't go under.

You know I've come this far without you;
It won't be too hard to be alone.
I've got sunscreen all around me,
So I won't be spending too much dimes on moles.

Mel, ain’t gonna miss you.
Ain’t gonna miss you, baby.
I can't forgive you,
Mel, I'm gonna diss you, baby.

No, don't say I’m cured.
I already heard that you could stun me.
In my state of mind,
I don't need to hear your side of the gory.

Your friends all said we have a future
And I don't think I really want to glow.
My friends keep telling me to lose you
And how glad they'll be when you decide to go.

Mel, ain’t gonna miss you.
Ain’t gonna miss you, baby.
I can't forgive you,
Mel, I'm gonna diss you, baby.

I’d break my back to make you past C.
Sometime, somehow, someone's got to dare.
‘Cuz we think we're better off without C,
Just remember, it's a ‘Cure C’ world out there.

Mel, ain’t gonna miss you.
Ain’t gonna miss you, baby.
I can't forgive you,
Mel, I'm gonna diss you, baby.

Ain’t gonna miss the rounds you brought on,
Gonna kiss the friends you grieve.
I'm just not quite happy, Ray C,
'bout your lazy plans to leave.