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I Whine About Acne on My Face
trochee

Sweater embroidered with vomit,
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chafing abrasions,
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staring at the incision with blank eyes,
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each lacunae of dead skin spelled
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moments of misery.
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Eyes pronouncing hope in capital letters
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cataracts have their attempts in vain.
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Each wrinkle narrates of the rains endured,
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just five toes in one leg
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are enough to keep him busy,
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busier than the two-legged mortals,
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enough to have his sadness cured.
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And I whine about acne on my face.
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17 Mar 07

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haha! i whined about them too..then i go pop the zits.
 — miss_minx

Great message in this poem, makes me think how lucky I am, just to have suffered acne I mean. I did more than whine too!
 — angrychick

thx for your comments miss_minx and angrychick (you got the implied message here :-))
 — trochee

L2: should it be "staring at"?
well done,
Jen-
 — jenakajoffer

thnx jen .. i forgot that "at".
thnx..
 — trochee

perhaps you should think
about a face
transplant?
 — chuckles

I have however, its beyond my budget.
 — trochee

Have compassion for others but don't neglect your own wounds.
 — unknown

alright wise sage... thnx for reading
 — trochee

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