Morality may be the mark of culture or of class,

But without fail we truly know the right things we should do.

We know that love and peace are right, but everyone, alas,

Prefers to try more sordid things we weren't meant to pursue.

These hidden urges always seem to tempt and to annoy,

Like crusty, unseen boogers by our nostril hairs embraced.

And though these sins are something I wish no one would enjoy,

Like boogers, they’re too appetizing not to take a taste.

The thought of eating nasal garbage ought to make us cringe,

In fact, we all should feel the same before we lie or cheat ---

Or kill or steal or take off on another drinking binge.

Yet, even though they shouldn’t --- boogers seem so good to eat.

If we could use our discipline to curb our base desires,

Then strength and will would flourish for us all, I would suppose,

And finally we'd comprehend what living right requires,

And when we've made this change, we'll need no longer pick our nose.