A Poem
The smell
It still lingers in my nose
My nostrils
My scent holes
The smell of this dude trying to pull up on me
It bothers me
Disturbs me to no end
I am distraught
As I can not identify
This smell
It has an odor unlike any I’ve smelled before
A mix of body wash, no, cologne maybe and an alien funk
What is it
I can’t put my tongue
My finger on it
Ooh and so glad I can’t
But my nose can identify every scent but this one
This mix, this offensive blend of smells
Where is it coming from
I know from him but where?
It’s tomorrow and I thought it’d be gone by now
But it’s everywhere now
A resident in my nose
An alien funk
A mustiness that lingers from him
In my nostrils
And I despise it
Whatever it is
The smell
Of a man with an unwashed ass
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