Booger on the WallA Poem by MerancapemanMy first poem after the annihilation of the Cafe. I was picking my nose today and realized something... My favorite poem!There aren't many who know suffering Unless they've gone through life living in the world outside the walls where flows the pain and strife Well, aren't you snug and comfy With your doctors and your riches With your presidents and idiots And your pickle sandwhiches
If you pick your nose and flick it It's not ever coming back That booger on the wall Is the sore-thumb of the fact That crustacean of frustration May decay another day You can't find it? Never mind it, There's another on the way
All our problems have been flicked away At some point, from our mind When wayside it will sail abroad Through rifts in space and time When hopefully it goes back to your multiversal self To sit in some anomoly or paradoxal shelf
If you pick your nose and flick it It's not ever coming back That booger on the wall Is the sore-thumb of the fact That crustacean of frustration May decay another day You can't find it? Never mind it, There's another on the way.
© 2008 MerancapemanAuthor's Note
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4 Reviews Added on March 26, 2008 Last Updated on March 26, 2008 AuthorMerancapemanBurnside, KYAboutA Life for Living - Micah McQueary 2009: Well, kind of back. I write more poetry now. Hope you like it! Check out my music at www.myspace.com/merancape. Hey, I bet you guys are wondering.. more..Writing
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