Carb-rich diets. I. Trapped in a bathroom stall with no escape

Someone asked me to write a poem today
About boogers.
She told me
They were carbohydrates
"That's why kids eat them."

I told her about the man reading Derrida
In the library
Who was apparently lacking
in nutritional enrichment
Slyly and carefully raiding his stash
Slowly behind the covertness of canvas covers.
Not so discreet as to avoid my detection however
Stifled snickers over crisp vellum drawings

I asked her if you could survive
In isolated wilderness
Or arrid desert
By eating boogers
'You know, in a pinch."

She told me I was disgusting
We laughed
I told her about passionate urination
"Your pee moan
Is supposed to be your orgasm moan."

I told her it would be amusing
If inanimate objects
Could orgasm on a whim
Toilets flushing by themselves
Just for the sheer running liquid
pleasure of it all.
"Because this toilet definately has a sweet spot."

Upon taking our leave,
we noticed the other stall had an occupant.

I would like to mention that I feel like a shithead for some of the comments about le Papier I made on the previous entry. I was not fully informed on some of the things I stated, and I apologise.

Additionally- MOTHER OF GOD, SOMEONE WRITE THIS ESSAY FOR ME. Catastrophic. The good news is that the jigsaw puzzle is complete.  ¶ 1:18 AM