Don't say it's never happened,
you know you've felt the sting,
the singe,
the scratches and scars,
and all those deep ass wounds.
You know the feel,
with the nostrils arid.
All inside
hardens over,
like water in the winter,
or crotches in a whore house.
All inside then shards and points,
against walls and hairs,
causing a breathing whistle,
as you inhale and exhale
through the nasal instrument,
its sound unique only to one,
for no formation,
no combination,
is same in any two noses.
But then comes the part,
when someone pinches the smeller,
and all the daggers,
on walls of the sniffer,
stab through the skin,
with hardened nostril excrement,
causing pain most odd,
and awkward to explain.
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CLUCK NO
PoetryA collection of both emotional and humorous poems about growing up and other frustrating parts of life that'll sound alright in your head, but just plain stupid out loud. !!!WARNING!!! This is not a compilation of chicken poems.
