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Oh Woe, Oh Why?

Why must I suffer acne still?
What trick of fate, whose wily will?
I am too far over the hill,
refuse to take a teenage pill,
must be this state of chronic ill.

(A funny ditty for Dark Side Of the Moon’s Whyquain challenge.  I might have taken liberties with the form, but it was fun to write.)