My stomach is of hardened steel,
My guts can take a punch,
But when I see a booger ring,
I want to lose my lunch.
Some pierce their ears, their tongues, their rears,
Their cocks, their clits and tits,
And I don’t mind, it all looks fine,
It blows my mind to bits.
The way a person wants to look
Is nothing I oppose,
But I can’t stand those booger rings,
That dangle from the nose.
Bedizened cheeks and stretched-out lips,
And shafts through bellybuttons,
Are great for those who want the look
While seeking pain like gluttons.
But those septum-piercing, dangling jewels,
Like sparkling, hardened snot,
Horrify this germaphobe,
And cannot be forgot.
So stretch your ears and split your tongue,
Plant diamonds in your toes.
But leave it clean, no booger ring,
Please keep those from your nose.