Gross Indulgence

Matter so soft and trailing of slime
The pleasure of the disgust so divine
For someone so elegant and so dignified
No one can resist the itch and then go deny

When a smooth white sheet isn't at hand
And the urge has dug deep with a guilty demand
The finger will reach the destination it chose
And return with a souvenier from the depths of your nose

*I wrote about picking my nose....hahahaha none of you can deny it! We've all done it haha...Peaces.*

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