Pimples
poetic scribble by Bob Axell 2009

 

The truth it was ugly
Like the old lady living on the first floor
With a face full of pimples
And a cat, and a dirt floor
And dirt on the cat
And dirt on her pimples
And cat hair on the dirt
And pimples in her face

The lie it was charming
Like the young girl on the second floor
With a face without pimples
And no cat, on no dirt floor
And no dirt on the cat
And no dirt on her pimples
And no pimples or dirt
Or cat hair on the dirt
Or wrinkles or cat

The lie I remembered
The truth I forgot
I hated the lady
I loved her a lot
The girl every second
The floor above first
With no cat or dirt
Or pimples that hurt
I took her to heart
Though in rooms too dark

I see the lady with pimples
And a cat, and a dirt floor
And cat hair on pimples
And pimples by dirt
And I scream and I thrash
And I scare the girl away
As I see her flee the window
I laugh and it's okay
Like the cat on the dirt floor
By the lady with the pimples