Ode to the Schnozz

I could pick you all day
sitting in traffic, what the hey

I'll just tighten my buckle
and dig in to the knuckle

Hoping for a krusty,
stared at unjustly.

First with the index
feels as good as sex.

Up my nose
upon passion's throes.

Got one hooked on a nail!
It leaves a slimy trail.

Grabbed one that was gooey.
Pedestrians think me screwy.

I love the pleasure
nothing else can measure.

I hope digging for gold
never grows old.

Life's full of bad,
but picking my nose is rad.

Judge me if you must
for me, it's picking or bust.