Flesh Farmers.
Updated on October 19, 2009
Flesh Farmers.
-(Fifth Grade Report)
© MFB III
Fingertips,
slip covertly
into facial orifices,
plucking liquefied dust,
from stereo
nostril chambers
while several orally
fixated nail-biters,
crunch a third period snack.
Others mine wax
from ear tunnels
rolled into little balls
flicked floorward,
or rub sleep dirt
from their visual
corners clogged.
Some mine belly button lint
and others..
well I won't go any
lower than that
All around me
the furtive motions of
nervous habits erupt
while I cup my chin
fingertips supporting
my un-plucked face,
as I try to avoid
falling prey
to the vices
of self perusal.