Ode to the Odiferous

Here he comes, the schoolboy
With his personal ozone hole
The stink of his deodorant
Attacks at twenty paces
I have the urge to hurl
My breakfast at his feet
The girl’s overdose of perfume
Invades my air space as well
Like acrid, chemical warfare
I’ve only just begun
My daily walk to work
And the miasma of stinkiness
To me seems drawn
Like an arrow shot true
Or a missile targeting me
Car traffic, sprays and perfume
Strong scents make me want to puke
My gag reflex on overtime
Saliva and nausea war over me
Til by the time I get to work
I feel agitated and ill