I try and paint my ugly *** feet,
with black nail polish,
but my medication,
isn't allowing me to feel my hands,
so they shake,
and the only reason I know,
is because of the darkness they've painted,
over my fat uglyer now blackened toes.

The other day I ran into Sean Lennon
He looked like he could use a good friend
We talked life over lattes at Starbucks
Then he pulled a bag out of Pop Rocks

He shared several stories of his father
Asked if I'd heard of his mother
And was I aware that Yoko
Perfectly rhymed with oh no

He played for me some of his music
Afterwards asked if I knew it
I said no but I do love it
And later on I might even hum it

I told him his friendship was perfect
And the cost of a latte was worth it
So we headed back down to Starbucks
But not before buying more Pop Rocks

Come first thing in the morning
I'm replacing every thing with machines
Nothing will be hid, first go the wife and the kids
Then next in line all of my friends

I haven't had the much of a problem
But then again things ain't been too smooth
Back talk I don't need and opinions certainly
If you were me, seriously what would you do

I hear they love to do your bidding
And most machines are built to please
I'll even have one say "Gazuntite"
On occasions when I happen to sneeze

I'll have one that's always in the kitchen
Another in the laundry washing my clothes
As I'm watching T.V. one that's right next to me
So it can kindly hand me the remote

And if I'm ever in need of conversation
I'll have a machine that listens to every word said
Another that laughs, one too that cleans up my mess
And a shinny one that just nods its head

I guarantee first thing in the morning
This is going down so bring it on
The only problem I find is the slight one with my mind
As I barely know how to use my smart phone

Boogers are the best
Out of all the tasty treats
I love the way my fingers feel
Digging deep into the meat
Out of all that I stick in my mouth
Boogers are my all time favorite thing
Nothing's more satisfying
Than a good ****** to eat

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After it is I posted this
I see I should have proof read
As it's staring back at me
I'm more than a bit embarrassed
Burgers "NOT" boogers
Is what it should have said
Once again I have to blame
That with a mind of its own...spell check

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i can't stop it.
an addiction. i'm an addict.
no self discipline, no control
my hands, my fingers keep returning
and returning on
my chapped lips

it began last week. cold day,
caught a cold. breathing through my mouth.
sick and dry
dry lips.
there's an itch on my finger, i began to touch
my chapped lips

i thought it was a one time thing,
something reversible, something stoppable.
i was wrong, i was dumb, i was so wrong.
when my fingers stopped retaliating the blood,
it, the addiction, turned my teeth onto warriors
on the scrimmage on
my chapped lips

one night, i stopped
in the morning it was worse.
a wound hasn't healed, and another
on top of it. skin and flesh, on a rotating schedule
i'm scared but i don't stop. i'm scared
but my body just turned its back on
my chapped lips.

nothing has changed. blood and wound
scar and then wound,
i haven't stopped. and now i'm not scared.
i thought, i'm good at healing.
so, my chapped lips

will stay. scars may come,
but it's just my lips.
nothing good
has ever touched
my chapped lips.