“Regular radical, me radical atau me out of my mind radical?"

I’m magically mightier, lebih Godly than God himself
Whose holy, hectic world is foolish and phony
Because I bear, the strange solutions
To all mystifying modern, medical mysteries.
Talented to, treat distressing diseases
With the superb support, of some serious vicodin
Each pill pulsing, pure sweetness similar to candy.
I devote my days, deliberately torturing my team
Warranting my worries, of wistful workers.
As my mediocre, hari draws out
I flee foxily, from the Medical Mistress
Deeply disguised, in the darkness of the day
Slyly sleeping, silently in a relaxing room
Before she bothers, my beautiful florid fantasy
Controlling me with her conniving, chassis to secretly seduce me
Damn her dangerously, deep cut shirts and skintight skirts.
Nonetheless I nobly, accept this normality to prove her power as pathetic
And proving my power, as perpetual perfection.
Others view my vigorous, vitality and critique critically
As a stubborn stern, stooge; a beastly brute.
My cunning cane cruelly stomping down the corridor
Letting everyone learn of my lingering latency
That the, thriving genuine genius
Is purposely present, and promptly poised
And I’m radically ready for my routine rituals.
                        
                                -Dr. Gregory House M.D