Lord hear me in this time of need,
For dates and interviews hang in the balance.
Sure there's nothing visible just yet,
I fear this tingle groweth.
Grease, sugar, colossal stress,
No match for divine Clearasil.
May thy fury strike down heads both black and white.
May thoust shield my face from ridicule.
My T-zone lord, is in your hands,
Remember, I'm 29.
Amen.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
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