Medicine’s Day Is Today in 2441
It turned into more of a hair service,
2441, the price
Of being human is just to live, fizz,
New drugs took time to create and promise,
But now that we have human flight, flawless,
By taking Aerogel, the drug for us,
Which lets us speed through the air cold as ice,
Medicine became, being real honest,
As popular as wraps for tea, there’s a buzz.
24/8/2016
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