Morning Glory

Ode To A Zit

By Black Morris

Boy you got acne all on yo face.
Whiteheads & blackheads, got you confused on your race.
Zits for hours, zits for days.
Your face looks a pimple infested maze.

Please get it clear, for our sake and yours.
No one likes eating ziti, when looking at your pores.
Those zits are ripe, and need a pop.
Aim those Ps at the mirror, shoot out their white top.

Two finger press, from the base of the zit.
Clinch your face, squeeze hard and let it rip.
Popping Zs is a art, and your face is the easel.
Pop goes the world, pop goes the weasel.



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