This poem is quite metaphoric. So in case you don’t get what I meant, refer to the key at the end of the poem..
It’s bowl of saw dust…
Even a little amount can cause your nose to itch
So the more you have it, the more you sneeze and twitch
It’ll spread wide around like on a mission,
Trying to distort your vision
and you’ll have no clue.. Feeding on the saw dust will destroy you.
Once it’s into you, it’ll use you like a virus uses the body cells.
And by the end of the day you’ll have nothing but swells.
—-Hey. I love using metaphors and I gave this a try.
Saw dust: ego
Sneeze: increase in narcissism
– R Dhanushikka✨