Constanza
It happened, I'm back into it.
It's your fault ya soupers, yeah right?
(How to keep four more stanzas tight?)
Though thoughts seem to flutter and flit
Sometimes I wish I could say ... GIT!
Git me out of here fast, please. ****!
Remembering one teenaged zit
nit-picked (and more than that). Blessed
mirror, where I truly confessed
without character. There's no wit.
But I wanted that zit to go
(perhaps shouldn't tell you guys.) So
I don't mind, tho, even one bit....
K, so I do. But wouldn't you
blow that zit right out your kazoo?
It happened, I'm back into it.
Though thoughts seem to flutter and flit
Remembering one teenaged zit
without character. There's no wit.
I don't mind, tho, even one bit....
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