The
skanky young girl in row two
sure
stinks just like urine and poo.
Her
hair is a mess
(it’s
blondish, I guess);
perhaps
she escaped from a zoo.
I
try not to sniff, sneer, or cough;
that
smell never will taper off.
I
hate this odor,
so
stop the motor!
It’s
now time for me to get off.
Hooray
for the street, where I’ll roam
and
roam away far from that dome
of
dim, putrid h**l.
I
can’t stand this smell,
so
I’ll travel by toe to get home.
