From whence do you come,
dear pimple?
Are you a manifestation of a dirty soul, festering and
bubbling beneath the
surface? Are you left behind
by the bulbous spectre of
neglect, who leaves boils and blemishes and blisters
on the blasphemous dermis
of those who fail to clean and moisturize? Are you the
markings left behind by
reptilian experimentation in
my sleep? Or are you merely
the cold, ugly work of the
dark god we call genetics?
How can I lose you, dear
pimple?
Must I assault your hide with adapalene and abrasives?
Or will hydration and hygiene remove thine presence from
mine visiage? Must I go to
such lengths as sandpaper
and laser technology? Or will nothing loose thy barnicline grip?
Dear pimple, why are you such an
asshole?
