Booger

 
Booger  
 
Years ago...  
some year I can't recall,  
my wife and I were  
returning some videos.  
She was at the wheel,  
I sat in passenger.  
I was in my own little world somewhere,not even listening  
as she relayed something that  
was important to her,to me.  
I'm sure I was wrapped in  
egotism and vanity,  
some anarchistic thought  
about the world; like it's not  
good enough for me.  
Some bullshit like that.  
 
A real punk,and not even a good one.  
 
I wanted to return the  
videos inside the store;  
to this day,I have no idea why.  
All eyes were on me,  
as soon as I walked in the door.  
"Why the hell are  
they staring?"  
"What the hell are you  
looking at,pops?"  
I said none of these things;  
in my mind the thoughts  
plagued me.  
You just had to see  
those curious looks.  
I returned to the car,  
racked with indignancy.  
What were their problems?  
As soon as I get back in the  
car and before I can voice  
my self righteous outrage,  
my wife burst out laughing  
as hard as I had ever seen.  
Slimer from Ghostbusters  
had settled on the end of my beak;  
the biggest greenest booger,  
you've ever seen.  
Apparently,  
I had been picking my nose.  
Humble pie served to a guy  
who could do no wrong in  
his own mind.