My nose is flowing,
cascading down my face like a river,
the more i leave it,the trail is growing,
damn i hate this cold and fever.
i don't bother to wipe my face,
i picture myself a slob,with no manners,
the last in this rat race,
damn,i wish i had some scanners.(say what??)
my face is filthy,
like an invalid,my snot is unwiped,
i don't care,and i don't feel guilty,
you bother so much,you make sure its wiped.
my story of snot,is not a tasteful one,
no man in the right mind would pass it on,
like a thousand untold stories,this would be one,
unless it's passed on,by a kind man named john.
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