Pimples
Young and unaware
no feelings of despair
The world is so simple
face full of pimples
Not a care in the world
life was so simple
When I only had to worry about a pimple
Vexed and perplexed
Stressed and depressed
Feelings of despair
Need a repair
Destiny unaware,
Nothing could prepare
for this undirected purposeless affair
Life was so simple
When I only had pimples
This poem is about:
Me