Oh no! What's that mountain
Forming on my cheek
Its got steep red walls, a fiery blaze
And a small white peak
Mum, will there be a meal today?
We haven't eaten for days
The flies are tormenting my eyes
But my hand is too weak to raise
Whatever will I do?
I have a date tomorrow night
This towering inferno disaster
At least a milli-meter in height
I don't think I can go on any longer
Please flies go away
I feel so hot in my head
I need somewhere to lay
Please take me to the doctor
We can afford the fee
This stupid little zit
Why did it happen to me
Please mum, open my eyes
Its my last look at the sky
The sky is growing dim now
Thank-you, mother goodbye
So when complaining about a pimple
Spoiling your shiny face
Spare a thought to some foreign
Starving, dying race
