Revision cheaa

I’m rushing now,
Throwing on a white coat,
A dissecting utensil in my hand,
Careful don’t drop it,
Steady and cut open,

Writing my name in cursive,
That’s what needs to be in hand,
Sharp and smooth,
Black Ballpoint,

Out of shape frog,
So green and yellow,
Until the touch of the utensil,
Cut open and the heart is ,
Deep brown,

Mine doesn’t feel right either,
We’re twins,
Except I’m alive

I Left the silent room
With my green goggles,
My rubber gloves,
Left my wallet,
Dirty utensil,

Ballpoint pen,
Time to dust you off,
I’m still beating,
Oh yes I am