it fell upon the face of us
the people of the west
a mere annoyance, a trifle, thus
a pimple, a mere pest
true, it landed 'neath the brow
clouding visage to our eye
we hoped it would depart from us
this noxious yellow sty
compresses were applied on top
and held against the lid
to loosen up the purulence
so of this beast be rid
but this was not an ordinary
interloper in the night
once it landed, set up shop
and stayed quite out of spite
what is your beef? the nation cried
what is your chief complaint?
why will you not be quit of us?
be you sinner or a saint?
the sty was cagey, it did not stir
it uttered not a word
which is probably just as well
lest i write of singing turds
the sty is now the governor
and could be president
it could take our house from us
and charge us double rent
it all just goes to show us all
we should be gracious in our fate
if you've got a pimply eye
postpone important dates
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