My First Patient (poem)
Touch me, cut me, satisfy your yearnings

Yet in your curiosity

See the invisible hands of the creator

"Did he speak?"

As a sheep willing for the shearer

The scalpel did the justice

So meek, he didn't fight back

See where my strength lies, his muscles

Touch the vessels that sustained my earthly
passion

Don't be afraid of this networks of nerve, they
propelled my desires

They did bid my will

Humble servants were they, never took my
desires for granted

Acetylcholine! Their language

Bones, my guard

"Guard?"

The cranium shielded my vanity

The pubis my being

The calcaneus my restlessness

All these I cannot yearn for anymore

Truly the world shall pass away

criticism, comments, corrections please

criticism, comments, corrections pls...a budding poet (trying to be one )

LEGALISM[/b]
Not up to standard yet

Not all the requirements met

Conscience kicks

Only if you can do more

What for?

Try and be like the master

but my wounds need the plaster

not a tittle you must break

Hung on Haman's gallow

dry like the bush left fallow

Lord when shall the standard be met

Not until the earth melt

Conscience kicks

While the law drives on

Sin like Hydra's tentacles sprang up

not good enough

study more

cry more

conscience kicks

not until light shone

'twas for thee I died

for thy sins I bled