Please rate and critique. This was pretty spontaneous.
I’m surrounded by zits
there’s spackled zits on my ceiling when I wake up
sugar and coffee must be an old alchemist recipe for pus
because I can’t stomach the stuff.
I walked to the store and came home limping
I peeled of my canvas shoes and sat in horror
as oil and blood acted as an organic superglue for the sock.
So, like anyone in my predicament,
I put my shoe back on.
I can’t go out to eat without thinking of zits.
orders of breaded pores and chicken oil from McDondalds.
I just can’t stand them anymore.
It’s almost personal,
they reach deep up inside my thighs -
the zits - not the chicken oil
trust me, they are zits.
But now I am a more selective underwear consumer
which does have it’s unintended benefits.
There’s brown zits in the toilet bowl,
scum pimples in the bathtub.
there’s no limit.
Even the mirror’s a pizza face.
and now I’m having trouble
with if this story is