This Thing

(A Bad Poem)

(Of Six Stanzas)

This thing on my neck

I think its growing

The pus keeps flowing

My friends say its sick

My mom says Id better not pick it

Its been getting red

Ever since I went to bed

Oh that Tuesday night!

Me? I hurt like hell

I read Digi its great

But This thing can't wait

Wort, Pimple, Boil, or Zit?

Oh Well, Oh SHIT

I think Im getting worse

Maybe I should check it first

Looks like a fucking big!

"Shut up you stupid pig"!

Dr. Suess How you can rhyme!

Screaming and shouting and roaring!

Keep this up, I'll get hoarse!

This Thing on my neck

Look at it again

What? Why? Who? Where? And When?

Oh me, oh my, what fool am I?

But of course, but of course!

It was all just some SAUCE!