A gruesome deed,
But necessary, the one I must
Commit.
Dirty jobs
Entail a bit of
Force, a little
Grit.
Here,
I’m faced with a
Juicy problem to
Knock around a bit…
Look, don’t
Mean to burst your bubble, but you’re
Not hard to
Outwit.
Pain contorts my face, my
Quarry
Reddens but doesn’t
Submit…
Tweezing, pinching, squeezing…
Until my
Valiant efforts quit.
Wait, I’ll just use my
X-Acto knife.
Yes! Take that,
Zit.