Description: This is not really a disgusting thought, by comparison with some of my others which have not yet reached The Poetical Works. You really do not need to read any evocative literature about, say, the smell of my mind's feet and what they might stand for in a metaphorical sense.
A nose haiku -------------------------------------------
In winter's cold rain
candidates for insane hate
drip from my mind's nose.
Hate and snot...thats a metaphor I havent encountered before.
Quite apt, really. Theyre both nasty; both infectious; both are irritating to experience second-hand and downright miserable to experience first-hand.
Also, you could say both are better out than in, so perhaps the mental sinus drainage is a good thing.
Sultry stoical snout, when considering possibilities prospectus one encounters many questionable personifications. Entities worthy of assassination. But worse of they resemble me and worse still the person standing next to me. Hate can be so blind. Often better to love those close to you than flail about madly. Believe me I snotty get it to your in on they don't, but I'd rather make some in on you do. Gambit alluvium aloof impunity. Then again winter's cold rain can make a stand necessary. I'm kind of torn!!!!!