Out Damned Spot

Out Damned Spot

Out! Damned Spot! Out!
You crustacean forming on my head
I'd like to poke and squeeze you
Until you ripped and bled
Squirt and dot the mirror
Zap and pop you spot

But if the way you erupt
Is too soon or abrupt
You could leave a sore crevice on my face

Out! Damned spot! Out!
It can only be a little while before
My finger nails fail to resist
Your tiny yellow core

Whatever I apply
Nothing seems to dry
Out this septic pore

There's enough oil on my skin
To fry breakfast in

I should have blitzed you zit
When you were small