acne is forever

If I could only move my hands

In a way that swings a pen

To convey a string of words

So the people understand

What it is I want to say

But I‘m not too sure I know

I'm sending from myself

What I hope will not return

My skin is like an asshole

It ejects the dirt beneath

the excretory functions of my face

spell out last week

To the guy who works at Dogan‘s

With a communist tattoo

On the back of his left bicep

May he find what he deserves

I hold my self to scrutiny:

Impossible compulsion

Out with obsolecence

The eternal is to stay

I walk on naked suns

I fear my dad has bought a Tesla

I‘m scared he‘ll die inside that thing

With technical difficulties to blame

and maybe sugar, maybe drugs

I’ll never trace the source of which

Would you try to change your life

when acne is forever?