Nose Mining

Updated on March 17, 2018

I want to do it now, I know it's gross

To stick my index finger up my nose.

I look around, who cares, it doesn't matter

Underneath my nail slides nasal batter.

I palpitate in wild anticipation

The next best thing I feel to medication.

I look about again just to make sure

God, here it comes, so thick, like meat, so pure.

First the crust protrudes beneath the nail

Followed by the long elastic snail

That sticks like glue upon the front incisor

'My Kingdom' for a strong emulsifier.

Saliva mixes, tongue becomes a scraper

I am again that mucual masticator.

Slapping lips that catch the piece that flows

I'm sated now, although I know it's gross.

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