They says this here doctor is supposed to cure this
               peculiar predicament thats been ailin' me, they calls
               it cancer. He ask me if I understand this retched old
               varmint they sometimes call "carr-see-noma," I just
               nod my head yes, like one of those string puppets
               my old daddy used to have in the big eattin' room
               closet next to the front door.

               I spray on some of that Charlie perfume everybody
               say smells so pretty on me, everytime I see that old
               doctor. He gon' cure this here bug, and cure my
               lonely heart too, that's what I say. They say he jus'
               nice to everybody cause that's how doctas' is
               supposed to be&emdash;I don't know, cause he sholl is
               awful nice to me&emdash;I spray on some mo' of that
               Charlie perfume anyhow.

               Lil' beads of sweat is mixin' with mi' fine perfume.
               They's running down from my ear to the corner of
               mi' mouth like tiny raindrops, 'cept theys taste salty;
               stoppin' and startin' again everytimes I move mi'
               head - It must be time to see that old docta' again.
               He'll fix me, he'll love me, he'll cook and clean for
               me, he gon' make me young again. I knows he will.
               Maybe I'm spectin' too much from that awfully nice
               man&emdash;least that's what THEY SAY.

                             - Tara Gillespie
                              Medical Resource Center