I'm going into war zone,
My teams all lined up.
They're set up and ready to initiate,
The pain my best friends have caused.
My eyes are cold as steal,
As I stare down the enemy.
Their red little bumpy bald heads,
All stacked together, side by side, with an army of back up across the face.
Oh how I hate them.
They sit there unmoving.
Yet rile me up from the stem.
God how I hate, that one day were fine,
And the next day theyre ahead.
Their uniforms are bright, and their ammunition is locked and tight.
And honestly? They're a grotesque sight.
They mock me, and tease.
As I reach for the liquid weapon that will make them ease.
In swift movements were touching, and they're not bulging one bit.
The fight is held out!
But they refuse to end so quick!
I grab my trusted armor,
So that nothing gets on me and boom!
I let go of the harsh squeeze.
I freaking hate break outs.
Curse you acne!
(This one was a lot sillier then usual but I just broke out and ugh. Worst feeling in the world to me)
