Someone ate an ass before work
I wish they'd stop breathing
Don't yawn, you loafered clown
Each of your hairs made to be the same length
Like AstroTurf or a plush play toy
You carry a case
With no toothpaste
Braving the world of noses
Your offenses are punishable
In the court of human contact
You, dear fellow, are
Begging for solitude
On an island
Or a dentist's chair
On a main thoroughfare
The pungent release of gasses and heat
Is a sure sign that no one has kissed you goodbye this fine day
You are alone as you ever were
Your own wife would rather join a 6 AM spin class than take in your wretched fumes
All that said, you are a provider -
Catching the 8:42
No coffee or bread substance could be to blame
You eat too much meat
And haven't scraped your tongue once in your 45 years
At work, people keep a safe distance
Or they smoke two packs a day
Even still, they can only come an inch closer
I'm sitting behind you, sir
And am being pummeled by your toxic orifice
I've smelled worse garbage trucks for sure
But is that really the realm you want to dwell in?
Travel safe, mister
For if there is a hell
It exists in your mouth
And the gates are open
And souls are fleeing
--
9.2.10
I wish they'd stop breathing
Don't yawn, you loafered clown
Each of your hairs made to be the same length
Like AstroTurf or a plush play toy
You carry a case
With no toothpaste
Braving the world of noses
Your offenses are punishable
In the court of human contact
You, dear fellow, are
Begging for solitude
On an island
Or a dentist's chair
On a main thoroughfare
The pungent release of gasses and heat
Is a sure sign that no one has kissed you goodbye this fine day
You are alone as you ever were
Your own wife would rather join a 6 AM spin class than take in your wretched fumes
All that said, you are a provider -
Catching the 8:42
No coffee or bread substance could be to blame
You eat too much meat
And haven't scraped your tongue once in your 45 years
At work, people keep a safe distance
Or they smoke two packs a day
Even still, they can only come an inch closer
I'm sitting behind you, sir
And am being pummeled by your toxic orifice
I've smelled worse garbage trucks for sure
But is that really the realm you want to dwell in?
Travel safe, mister
For if there is a hell
It exists in your mouth
And the gates are open
And souls are fleeing
--
9.2.10
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