Dr. Zizmor calls it quits
He will leave us to our zits
Having reached the very acme
In the field of treating acne
Now in golden years desists
From a life of draining cysts.
And so for us, our imperfections,
Show up in our rude complexions,
Reflected in the grimy glass
Of the subway rushing past.
Humanity was born in sin
And ever strives for clearer skin.
Looking up, we met his calm
Visage, like a holy balm.
He saw us warts and all, our souls
Freckled, wrinkled, full of moles.
God extends to us his gracious
Love, but our vile, sebaceous
Nature clogs our every pore.
Salvation came from Doc Zizmor.
Sing we then the Doc’s doxology:
A hymn to subway dermatology.
Zizmor never chose to answer
The call to seek a cure for cancer,
Hypertension or dementia,
Would find him mostly in absentia.
He fought the other things that blight us–
Psoriasis and dermatitis–
And lived a life of humble, simple
Service fighting every pimple.