You wake up in the morning, yet another lover by your side

Keeping me away with your tablet-a-day and letting him caress your backside

Your vanity all-consuming; your infidelity all-destroying

You pick at me with your tweezers; how insensitive, how unkind

How could you be so superficial, believing my love for you is skin-deep?

I’ll be with you at work, and at play and even on our wedding day

So there’s no need to see the doctor, who loathes my pustular presence

Who calls me ‘acne’ with such malice and shouts out ‘vulgaris’

We’ll be together forever; in sickness and in health

Even when you become plastic Jane, disgusted with your newfound mane

I’ll reappear without despair; no surgeon can usurp me

We’re all-for-one and one-for-all, connected by fate and our love for fat cakes

Those creamy hot chocolates and late night binges

Only make me swell up; the size of fat peaches

I’ll forever be your sweet pimple, that zit you can’t wait to pick

For every time you conceal me, I’ll be back ripe and larger than ever