You know we’re all boogers right?
We rocketed here from Pluto long ago
A distant icy booger with mucus moons
We don’t have names just Booger 1
Booger 2, Booger 3… Booger 4 says, “Gimmie
Some more.” Booger 5, “We stay’n alive!”
Some boogers go in the trashcan
Some are stealthily smeared under desks
But a smart booger knows to stick close
To his buddies in a booger blob
The booger blob rolls down hills and picks
Up sticks and rocks and copies of Time Life
Smart folks don’t mess with booger blobs cause
They know they’ll get sucked into booger oblivion
And booger oblivion is a bad place to be
Some boogers want to strike it out on their own
Some feel it’s better to be in a blob.
But, by the by, blobs get bloated if by standing
Boogers keep becoming bowled over against their
Better judgement. And this is unfortunate.
Bloated blobs rage out of control
Until someone calls the booger patrol
When the booger patrol rolls in with that squad car
Rest assured that booger blob don’t get far
Out pops a bakers dozen battalion of bloody boogers
Topped with constable hats
Their left hands ever wielding their brutal booger bats
They beat that bloated blob to death
With booger bats and attack it with
Two week starved trained booger rats
But even with booger bats and the starving trained booger rats
They must still bale out what they can’t bludgeon or barf up to the dogs and the cats
And we can all go home and take our well-deserved naps
And read newspapers in our stalls while we take booger craps
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RandomThis is weird, unclassifiable stuff. Much of it centers around technical satire. There's some dream fiction in here also and a variety of experiments with the fictional writing structure and theme.
