This is one of those silly things I like to do occasionally; write a poem, where there is a "hidden" message, that is found by reading down, line-by-line, via the Capitol letters (they spell out a message). It's tough to do the rhyme, especially in 10 minutes time.

It's all about skin:

Feels Like Razors

Extremely painful

Xerxes claims,

Certainly, exposed skin

Onerously, inflames,

Right into the dermis

Incredibly horrid,

Always feels like razors

Totally florid,

Endure this for weeks or months?

Damn, too much! Even oneth!

Save the tissue, or

Kiss it goodbye,

I've seen it disappear, with

Nary, a wink of the eye.

One chance more, and I

Underscore,

Correct the problem

Handle the chore.

Fibril_late;

6/15/08