gobbersA Poem by delapruchna.where did s/he first learn to snort in the snot funneling it backwards right back up into his/her head until a slight headache occurred & then pursing her/his lips, throwing out the large wad of festering phlegm out from said mouth with all the force of a personal leaf blower buried within the mouth (picturing inside one’s head the power of a dust devil roaring through & between the salivating cheeks)?
that first gob sent back out into the atmosphere around us, polluting that environment which sought to pollute us, reveals a manner of taking care of one’s own, mixed with the added “rudeness” of defecating from the mouth right out there in public without a care or concern non-gobbers around one--- at least that is what the non-gobber community is supposed to believe, to indulge in the fantasy that there is some island out there where individuals walk around all day without a gob, a fart, a queef, a groan, an itch (when skin flicks off), a chattering biting of nails right down to the bloody stub, a scratching of the a*s, balls, crotch or underarm between them--- patiently dying away in that 9-5 cubicle, properly packaged in that business casual, waiting for death, marinating in their own body odor stank.
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