[t. victor]
Squeze the abcess, squirting release
Press past dry, meanwhile reinfect
Breaks out again, no callous forms
From scratching the scab
Worsen the eventual scar
Aggravated condition
Just can‘t leave it alone to heal
All your mind, diseased by woe
The troubled thoughts then embossed
The dreaded substance coming to a head
You pick at it ‘till it pops.