When someone said, 'Farooq! You got warts all over your face!'.
Me: "Uh...they're quality warts. Yeah, like quartz crystals."


Warts of quartz, they come all over my face
Yellow and white, they race for space
Redness conceives them, time turns them pale
Globules of pus, they break open with such grace

Warts of quartz, they're all over my face
They come in succession, old ones they replace
Even in deep sleep, they are still awake
In night's darkness they burst, glazing my pillowcase

Warts of quartz, they have no cure but many names
My doctor calls them acne, he prescribes me some pills
My friend pops them with a pin, he calls them dirty zits
My mom thinks they happen because I eat too much Twix

O Warts of quartz, you are a menace to my skin,
You are regions of rash, itch and prickly pain
A subject of my poem, you are not a sign of my embrace
You have overstayed your welcome, now kindly leave my face