If you have a spot or zit,
Do not fret or throw a fit.
Dab some Drewidex on it.
It will hurt a little bit.
No... a lot, I must admit.
And the pain, it will not quit.

It will drive you quite insane
Jabbing deep inside your brain.
But you can endure some pain,
Can't you, dear?  You won't complain.
At this point I must explain;
Lying goes against the grain.

In your anguish, you forgot
All about that silly spot.
Now you do not care a jot;
You'd agree to a mugshot.
Your appearance matters not.
Drewidex. Sense, in a pot.

The End

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