Six hundred million or more
stick a finger or two to bite
resulting in such mangled gore
rendering each to pledge contrite
on each extended digit revealed
unhappy souls without a proper release
a nibble and bite to keep concealed
obsessive-compulsive thoughts will not cease
ode to my onychophagy that soothes my soul
convenience snack food for my nerves
coping mechanism beyond self-control
handy calming half moon d'oeuvres
what shall I do when the cuticle is bare?
not one of ten has a nail to offer
time to give those fingers some tender loving care
dynamic jitter buffer for a learning transfer
the Queen needs an emery board...
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