Spreading into a muck,
What a giant cluster,
Stuck but running,
Out of things to hold,
Dripping the excess,
Across the dry surface,
Rough and barren but soft,
The touch of some moisture,
Applied for pleasantness,
That feeling of durable strength,
That if to apply,
Would feel good in sense,
Relieving the contents,
That lay in you,
Making you sick,
Ah, how good it is,
To blow your nose