Pharmacist

March 10, 2014

My dream job

Might not sound like much

I want to be a pharmacist

Pill pusher, drug dealer

I don't care what they say.

The science behind healing

The beauty of chemicals

combining into wellness

Years of school lie before me

And then interning begins.

I hope to do

the very best that I can

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