Unto what have I succumbed this frail self to?
Unto gentleness or haughtiness.
I wonder much how so weak is her haughty look
By her pride this fellow of white-coat and steth
On my sore added pinch of salt and scoop of pepper
An ageing igbo lady full of testosterone
Wither which she sparks like lightening
And drums like thunder with a conscience sold-out
My thoughtfulness of her saucy outburst is pitiful.
What did you have that has not been gotten –
Thy stethoscope, white-coat, or medic paparazzo?
Wherefore should a mortal breathing-saint be this haughty?
Destruction is the last name of a haughty spirit!