Fifteen
Oh Say, can you see?
What it's like at fifteen,
Hair's greasy gleem,
Pimples burst in the night...
What so self-consciously
We hide,
By Clearasil's cosmetic paste,
Gave truth to our fear,
That our friends might
Whisper in each other's ear...
"See that mountain on his nose?
And he hopes nothing shows!
O, say he's a jerk,
If he thinks that stuff'll work...
Soon a crater will lie there,
And he hopes no one will care,
Distracted by his hair's greasy gleem,
Yet we will all stare...
At that sad looking face,
He looks like a disgrace...
A teen leper for sure,
Until they fine a sure cure
For that ghastly teen curse,
And this will be the last verse....
One day he will outgrow,
That fear and he will then know,
That a smile is the best distraction,
And lead to female attraction.
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