smell

i say, i say, i say, my fly has no nose.
then how does it smell?
well, it's got a thousand eyes and that sort of compensates.

a pollution of scents in the perfume clouds of coughing crowds
you smell of alcohol and the sucked souls of foliage
and hold your nose when i raise my arm to ask a question

coz i am an animal and smell like one.
coz i refuse to plagiarise the natural copyright of flowers' identities.
coz i have no one to impress and dont do market research.

so, sniff my pits, fucker.