More Than Skin Deep

There’s a pimple on my chest

I wonder how long it’s been there

It’s not even ready to pop yet

Or even big enough for me to care

I might give him a name though

And watch the boy evolve

Keep him warm and covered up

Protect him from the cold

Arnold? John? George? Or Jerry

I think Jerry pimple is probably best

After all he is a festering mound of pus

An infection none the less

He’s looking red and swollen

Though hidden by a mess of hair

Should I squeeze the sucker real tight?

Or pretend he’s not even there?

Nah! I couldn’t kill him just yet

He’s only young it wouldn’t be quite right

I’ll furnish myself with a shirt

And wait ‘till Jerry’s head turns white

Hmm…eh! I’ll burst him now

Before he can subside

I give his shoulders a squeeze

And *splat* out rush all my insides

Argh, I knew I should have waited

Now I’m inside out

This is much more inconvenient

Oh yes! much much more, without a doubt.