Face-Off

A gruesome deed,

But necessary, the one I must

Commit

 

Dirty jobs

Entail a bit of 

Force, a little

Grit

 

Here

I’m faced with a

Juicy problem to

Knock around a bit

 

Look, don’t

Mean to burst your bubble, but you’re

Not hard to

Outwit

 

Pain contorts my face, my

Quarry

Reddens but doesn’t

Submit

 

Tweezing, pinching, squeezing

Until my 

Valiant efforts quit.

 

Wait, I’ll just use my

X-Acto knife.

Yes! Take that,

Zit.

The End

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