The Teenage Plague

September 7, 2011
By MarkByrne BRONZE, Dublin, Other
MarkByrne BRONZE, Dublin, Other
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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.

The author's comments:
The poem was inspired by my own trouble with acne.
I have dealt with bad back-ne and as a result have had trouble with self esteem from it.
However I've never (and so many others do the same) stop to realize that at the end of the day it wasn't that stressful or debilitating. This is what i mean in the last verse by saying we would always get the shift (this is an Irish slang term for scoring, making out, french kissing, meeting whatever term you use).
the reason for writing the poem however; was simply out of boredom and trying to get my mind going as I was finding difficult to study one evening.

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