Mr Pimple Poem by mad poet
Mr Pimple
They call me Mr. Pimple.
But Stevie's my real name.
I've got such lovely dimples
but pimples are my bane!
My mother buys me Clearosil
My father brings me masks.
Im 31 years old today!
How long can puberty last!
Im tired of cops stopping me,
they always seem confused.
My big red pussing pimples
look just like gunshot wounds!
Il never have a girlfriend
and Il never have a wife,
but one's things dam for certain
Il have pimples til I die!
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I like it. It made me smile. A great poem. May i invite you to read my new poem called, Human Right.
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I love this piece of art, its one of my favorite poems.