Sores (#581)

I must say I really hate cold sores,
They rate right up there with chores,
Those things pop up out of nowhere,
There’s really no way to even prepare,
At the drop of a hat, they can get worse,
They’re very much an unwanted curse,
That damned virus that I keep within,
It likes to attack my lips and chin,
An embarrassment of the highest kind,
An ailment that makes me lose my mind,
At first signs, I do my best to treat,
Those damn things just won’t retreat,
Time and patience seem the only cure,
But those beasts will be back I’m sure,

Any Thoughts?

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