Well, nose
I guess it's just you and me
it's too bad that
the ears fell off in the cold
the fingers burnt up in the stove
the toes were eaten by mold
there, there
don't cry
it's good to remember that
the back just went right and fell off
the brain oozed out of the ear
the neck blew off from a cough
stop sniffling,
there's still you and me
be glad you didn't end up like some of the others who got
melted down to ooze
singed down to ashes
or wandered off drinking booze or EVEN
think this, nose,
got processed into McDonald's food
ooo, I chatter just thinking about it
it's just you and me, nose
but don't you fret
Acause I can talk
hey, stop whining
I gotta tell ya about....
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.




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