Pimples

by James von Dielingen

There’s a pimple on my neck.

There’s a pimple on my back.

Oh, what am I to do

When I look an utter wreck?

Well, I guess I better pack

And take off to Peru.

There’s a pimple on my lip.

There’s a pimple on my knee.

Oh, why does life hate me?

I could take a little trip 

To the Mediterranean Sea

Until I’m pimple free.

I popped the pimple on my neck.

I popped the pimple on my back.

That’s what I chose to do.

I’m keeping all my zits in check

With a firm pinching attack.

Now, I’m covered in pimple goo.