Toenail Clippings and Bellybutton Lint

The dryer creates its pilly wool sweaters,
as the faulty zipper covers only
the part you don’t want zipped.
Not unlike the deodorant that stains your undershirt
rendering you a perspiring Smurf.
Flaky hair gel dried up looks like dandruff
on the shoulder of a thirteen hour day.
The sweat in your brown shoes smells of
the booze you drank last night
coming out to haunt your newly found sobriety.
It all tastes good in some peculiar way,
as you pick the lint from your bellybutton
and wonder how it gets there.
While the toenail stuck in your teeth
sadly only marks acquired flexibility.