Zit

I am in the world’s grand design,
No more than a pimple.
A spec, a zit on the face of the Earth.
That’s the truth, just plain and simple.

Sometimes I think I am awesome,
My act, no one can top it…
Yet I live in fear that some day God,
Will see this blemish and pop it.

Best case scenario, purgatory,
I am not dead, but alas!
An eternity of haunting others,
A blackhead on America’s ass.