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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

SMELL

those people, with their smell

and they tell us we can't even

dwell on what stinks any more

can't even open our mouths

because we might smell, too

or too much, it's all too much

and we're tired of the stink

but don't even really know

what smell is supposed to mean

they use that word, smell

as if we're the ones with odor

their noses aren't any better

and we know, what smells better

this smell you can't wash off

we bathe, we scrub, our fragrance

isn't a smell.

we won't smell, we'll fight smell

they can go to hell

those people with their smell




[4/6 National Poetry Month poem #6]

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