jus don't pick your nose in public

it's the conscience coma you want  
that comes with snorting coke through a blood stained hundo,  
the worse things than an individual with hep C havin a nosebleed on it  
previously  
that'll really get ya  
gotta watch out for them monday mornings  
seein every line,crack,blemish and grey hair  
that was never there before  
in a mirror a lil more broken than yesterday  
and you still go out for coffee at seven thirty seven a.m.  
like you need it  
it's funny  
get fucked up to put distance between self  
and social awkwardness  
but still evaluate a grasp on reality  
by the weird faces people make when they see you  
finishin up a good run  
i heard you can't be a good writer  
unless you are a fucking cliche  
   
   
for that judge not comp........