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I would wake up at
night, sinus aching inside |
With a big crusty glob of snot
congesting my mind |
Should I pick it out, I could scream and
shout |
Hard boogers just hate hard boogers |
Wanna put my finger, knuckle deep or
deeper |
Wiggle it around, finagle that big
booger out |
You'd remove boogers too if you knew
this goo |
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I squirm squirm like a worm on a fish
hook, hurt, stuck, and so impaled |
I want to wimper, whine, and wail |
That big blob of snot is painful |
My brain is cramped and small, I think I
found your wiffle ball |
I read words in nasal crannies |
In thick gobs of crusty braile |
My nostril burns when I exhale |
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So calloused in my sinus |
From the pick pick of my fingernail |
This one looks like a carabou |
Or is it more a reindeer, all it needs,
a little sled |
Tormented by the mucus in my head |
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You'd remove it too |
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Struck a bone in the zone, oh my nose |
New breed ankylosaurus |
What a find when your mind goes |
Stick it where it sticks most, booger on
the bedpost |
Struck a bone in the zone, oh my nose |
New breed ankylosaurus |
What a find when your mind goes |
Another booger on the bedpost |
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