One time I watched a man pick his nose a full forty minutes
Traffic was brutal
But his manners were worse
Wanted to ask him if he needed a shovel
But it wasn’t my place
Thank God for that…
You see, I was smoking a cigarette outside the net café
When I fell upon this horror show
I looked at him, looked at the river
& wondered if his snot might fill it at this rate
I know that’s an awful thing to be thinking
But I was bored
& needed something to keep me ticking over
But how he picked
Like someone wedged a nugget of gold up his nostril
All the way up to his brain
& he was way behind on his bills
Then he caught me catching him
Dragged his rancid finger from his nose
To his eye
I had to smirk
Hell, the traffic lights were smirking