Mar 12, 2009 09:25
Perfumed farts
make this place stink something aweful
Noxious, thick odors driving us to the walls And it's a shame the windows don't open
Pressed khaki, plaid, pants suits, and discreet little emissions
(this clan is silent, but sweet jesus, the horror of their smells is haunting)
Important meetings, but amongst
each other
they live is a world of safety. Blessedly
white and safe.
That's where the fear spawns.
That's where the air reeks
and where my stomach flips.
I'm getting out of this.