i wrote this poem at work…
i pick my nose
a lot, a lot.
its so nice
its so hot.
i love the feeling
of thick dry snot.
but its so hard
to not get caught.
it feels kinda bad
a little bit naughty.
to look at the buger
that came from my body.
but another will grow
like little seeds.
i pick my nose
until it bleeds.
thanks
bloody keyboard love.
cochino