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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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