The Teenage Plague

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The dreaded plague
we will all have one day
"your lucky to have it now," the doctors say.

Get the cream! The cream!
cry out many a teen,
as red sores blotch across the skin.

my beauty is fading
my vanity at stake
it is my looks i shall not forsake.

ointments, creams and pills
none seem to take affect,
my body now worse for wear; a shipwreck.

we could always pop them?
and out shall flow blood, puss and tar,
i'll pass I've heard that leaves a scar!

hit twenty-one however,
the nightmare is gone
we shall rejoice, dance and sing many a song.

looking back, not that much worry was needed...
like considering a face lift,
considering at the end of the day we still got the shift.





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