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The Great Awakening

As I awoke this morning
When all sweet things are born,
A robin perched upon my sill
To signal the coming dawn.

The bird was fragile, young and gay,
And sweetly did it sing,
The thoughts of happiness and joy
Into my heart did bring.

I smiled softly at the cheery song,
There as it paused, a momoments lull,
I gently closed the window
and crushed its fucking skull.

The Pimple Popping Poem

I've squeezed pimples by the hundred
Ruptured pustules by the score;
I've milked my face until it bled
And still I crave for more.

My nose-crease yields spaghetti
I've blackheads round my ears -
I've cultivated some of them
For nigh on twenty years.

Take pity on unblemished folk
Who'll never know the bliss
Of splattering a mirror
With pus the hue of piss

Rejoice in your eruptions!
They've done alright by me
For squeezing them can be more fun
Than watching your TV.