“Even the best fall down sometimes/Even the wrong words seem to rhyme/Even the wrong words seem to rhyme”
I woke up in the middle of the night with an itch in the middle of my forehead. Still drunken with sleep I dragged my face into the bathroom and stared at the mirror…it was a big red ugly zit! I tried fiercely to battle it with a toxic combination of chemicals and finger-nails. But the more I fought the worse it became, eventually growing bigger, redder and uglier. I was trapped, trapped within...