I'Ve Got Fingers On My Boogers
There's even a hardened discard of foul colored mucous on the tip of my thumb.
Nail bitter, straw chewer—
Germ phobic Venetian blind side peep is a
Hippo sized discreet-ly…
Snorting lies after lies... Seize him!
—As our slave driven worker—
-Or-
May assassination’s will render ill-justice in its many justified forms'; instance…
In plain sight, we can see you.
On the news many faces represent the power that is you.
Yet to find the correct plan of action—
I, personally, have only myself; mind, body and soul.
And for the time being…
I’ve got fingers on my boogers
1-19-2017
(Tomorrow is Inauguration Day; Farewell Obama. Thank you for your service!)
Copyright © Ironic Zink | Year Posted 2017
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