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"