Stink
Stink
My p.u., putrid, pungent pores
Have made me rotten to the core
reek and ravish emissive scents
Not caring where the odor vents
To flatulate without remorse
Then scurry to another course
There are some times I smell of mint
A sensing that woud give a hint
of blossums in a field of joy
The milieu is intact and safe
But feeling threatened has aroused
A preparation to deploy
organic weapons that are housed
My overwhelming krypton funk
For after all, I am a Skunk
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October 1, 2016
Copyright © Ralph Sergi | Year Posted 2016
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