2011 - Day 335

Rolling rocks down asphalt streets
Aiming for parked cars,
A kid with pimples full of diamonds,
Shining like a star.
If you ever want to borrow
Some of his bling health,
You can come on by tomorrow
Mode must be on stealth.
While he sleeps creep up to him
Find the biggest whitehead,
Pop that pimple make him bleed
Run back to your own bed.
Check the diamond, is it real?
How does it look, how does it feel?
Turns out it's not a diamond though
Now out your face pseudo-diamonds grow.