We haven't gotten cancer yet
But we're anticipating it
Like many other things
We only just got hurricanes
A month ago
But we'd read up on them
So we were fairly prepared
As prepared as you can be
When every structure on your island
Is made of straw and coconut husk
All of this may sound strange to you
But then again, maybe not
You see, we're the last place on Earth
To get pretty much everything
You read about places like us in books
'Such-and-such a place didn't have polio
Until a hundred years after the rest of the world...'
That's what we're like
A tropical place
Waiting for every awful thing in the world
To land on our shores
We had thousands of years
Of nothing
No stress
No trouble
No disease or famine
Crime or malcontent
But that's slowly ending
And to be honest
We're relieved
You see, when you live in a place
Where nothing's wrong
All you do is worry
About the day when something will go wrong
Because you understand
That the longer you go without trouble
The bigger the trouble will be
When it finally arrives
It made us all
Incredibly ill-tempered
Often you'd see someone walking along the beach
On a beautiful day
And you'd say--'Gorgeous day, isn't it?'
And they'd shake their head and respond--
'Boy, we're really going to get it one of these days'
And you'd know they were right
And it would just ruin
Your whole day
And no, there wasn't any disease
But people were dying of heart attacks
Brought upon by the stress that comes
From waiting for disease
When nobody you know has ever died from anything but old age
You start to imagine how bad it must be
To die in other ways
And pretty soon
Rumors start
And before you know it
Your grandfather is convinced
That he's going to be the first person
To die from malaria
And he's telling you that he heard from your cousin
That when you get malaria
You turn into a giant lizard
With blue genitalia
And good luck convincing him otherwise
So when the hurricane hit
We were all so relieved
Finally, something bad had happened
Now we can all relax
Paradise is lovely
But knowing it won't always be paradise
And waiting around
For that shift to happen
Well, believe me
That's hell on Earth
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