I popped a zit

This poem's about something else,
'cause man, that's gross. How old 
are you? Still with the "acne"? Well, 
no, not noticeably. I haven't really 
lately, but it just popped 
into my mind. Which 
was gross, man! You 
ever have a zit pop 
into your mind? It's 
the kind of thing you kind of can't 
not write a poem about, that is 
if the mind were mine, and the zit 
 - were purely a literary device! Why, 
there's probably a technical term 
for it. Don't ask me. Still hurts 
a bit