What I Will Do

I will collect my boogers

For five years

In a glass jar.

I am patient.

When I am ready

I will melt the boogers down

Into a soupy jelly mixture.

I will pour the slimy sludge

Into an expensive shampoo bottle

I will tell you to put it

In your hair.

I will poke a small hole

In the middle of your pillow

And I will insert

A tiny piece

Of poop.

Buried deep in the fluff,

You won’t understand

What smells

I will come into your room

While you sleep

And insert a syringe

Filled with valium

Into your neck.

You will wake up

On an operating table

With no bones.

No bones

Except your skull.

I will cover you in leeches

Until all that’s left in your veins

Are some cobwebs,

Dust,

And silence.

Then I will serve you

To a pack of wolves

That is what I will do