I have a purple pimple on my left cheek. And a pink one on my right.
I am golden brown in colour. I wasn’t born this way, but twenty-two summers have done its trick.
I can’t elicit a planter-reflex, don’t understand a pleural rub, can't palpate spleens and dick-heads.
I am a fucking ugly retard.
And I don’t want condolences when I'll end this all.
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There seem to be quite a few Medical References in your poems, you may be a doctor ...
This is interesting in the sense that, it starts with self loathing and then ends up by showing attitude, A different take on rant based poetry ...
"showing attitude"..do i???
i am in med school...docs are far less frustrated.
Well, I didn't say that it is you who is being depicted in the poem (that is how I felt) ... so you are not showing attitude ... it is the character in the poem, which is putting forward a rebellious front ...
when did I say that docs are frustrated ?! :D why should you be when you have to "learn" so much :-)
A very Happy Woman's Day Ipsita ...
An ode to you all : http://soms-world.blogspot.com/
@som: well, I don't think that the 'character' even is showing any attitude. It was written, well, kind of matter-of-factly.
@ipsita: not all, but if u can end a part of this, that'll surely be celebrated. :-D
What is showing "attitude" ?!
Hey, slow down gal ... its ok! But I like self-cynical people. I'm one of 'em. :D
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