A/N: Just something I wrote during Geometry class awhile back for a fanfic I'm writing.
Disclaimer: I don't own House...but my friends do call me Cameron.
Am I a diagnostician, an immunologist?
A neurologist, an intensivist from Australia?
Am I a hospital adminstrator, a Jewish oncologist?
A lawyer, a sickening cop with a twisted sense of humor?
Am I a chef, a bossy nurse called BP?
A convict, a Kindergarten teacher named Becky?
Am I a politcian, a teenage track star?
A liar, a tatoo'd nun with a past?
Am I a fraud, a possessive mother?
A genius, a faulty friend with a complex?
Am I a limping twerp, a cuddly teddy bear?
A "dark one," a wombat from Down Under?
Am I a shrieking hyena, a functional vampire?
An intern, a nosy patient with suicidial intentions?
Who am I,
Who dares to challenge
The medical genius of Doctor House?
I am none of the above,
For I am not human.
I am a virus, a disease.
A malfunctioning immune system.
A body at war with itself.
A bacterium, an infection.
A parasite, an allergen.
I cripple and I maim.
I kill and I lame.
I destroy families and lives,
Nations, societies, and entire civilizations.
So give me your best shot,
'Cause the odds are in my favor, Doc.
--from "House MD: Family Matters, Book Six: College Freshman...err, Freshwoman"
