Paul the picker

Poem by: willnorman

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Something odd about my friend Paul

My friend, Paul is a "picker",

Yep, he likes to pick his nose.

It doesn't embarrass him at all,

He picks it wherever he goes.

He's a right handed picker,

But keeps Sani wipes nearby,

He can be ambidextrious,

So the left finger will be dry.

Paul has a pretty girlfriend,

But he doesn't pick in front of her,

He uses his clean fingers,

To make her pussy purr.

When people ask why he does it,

He answers those curious tongues,

"If you don't get it all out of there,

It goes to your stomach or lungs."

He doesn't care if it disgusts people,

He must have balls of brass,

But you have to give him some credit;

At least he doesn't pick his ass.

Submitted: July 31, 2022

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DampKitten

Thoughtful and philosophical piece, Will.

Well, it's time for lunch...

Sun, July 31st, 2022 4:57pm

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You're hilarious.

I just posted chapter one of a new story, something different for me and a challenge. Check it out and tell me if it has promise.

I'm waiting for you to post something new and nasty to take me through my lonely nights, your dampness.

Sun, July 31st, 2022 10:06am

DampKitten

call me to your office

Sun, July 31st, 2022 5:10pm