Wyld Katz - Monster Mucas III

Cross your eyes
What do you see?
That's your nose
Your schnoz

What makes you think
You can trust that thing?
How many years
How many years have you assumed
That you could trust that open wound
That you call a nostril
That hole?

But not here
You can't trust your nose here
You don't know what comes out
That might not be a cold
It's something scarier and much more old
It may not be
That's not snot it's not
It's not snot no it's not
It's not a cold not a cold
It's something scarier and something old
It has a mind of it's own
A mind of it's own
Go home
Go home

Written by:
Wyld Katz

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