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