ACETYLATED WRITINGS

Six-hundred level  I'm more confused  Like a syringe bevel That couldn't gain an access route  And feared it might tissue Having spent years schooling Realised this life is addicting With less time with friends and family  Cant imagine a day without reading In order to satisfy my inner feelings Consolidating the fear Is seeing our seniors work harder No rest, from morning till nightfall Some 24, 48, 72 hours call This is not the life I signed for Few months to induction  Beloved will say congratulations  In our hands, will lie life of patients, Friends, families and relations. When stuff level is still on probation Fear, I'll miss my school family Classmates from tipetipe, really.  Years together, when sunny and rainy From wardrounds, class to clinic Even till we start practice Our wishes are to God, almighty. From Acetyl, yours faithfully.

I'm a loner on this street I'm a hustler without bills No strong thing, no hard feelings Just yet to locate a heart beat With same rhythm on my ECG Been single, is not a real deal But going alone to see a movie Not even with a paid side chick Every day, getting loved is a film trick Confused me, oh confused inner peace Even a lion gets a lioness Also a man from village, without digress Will eventually get a mistress Out of the things that put man in distress Being loved by the one you love, is priceless In my diary, is going to Soweto  Not to buy corn or potato But to be by your side as a commando Without much ado Let's say, I win a lotto Don't leave me chattered Like an alcoholic with ataxia Don't let my heart beat faster It may cause an atrial flutter With a pulse that's irregularly irregular - Acetyl