See the laundry with the smells
What a life of laziness the redolence
Oh the stink, stink, sink,
In the tight closed space.
They issue from my closet
While my roommate’s on the brink
From the funky fusty stink
Of the furry green deposit.
Keeping friends, pals, all
Away without a call.
To the frail olfactory membrane that so easily
In the presence of the smells, smells, smells, smells—
From the frowstiness and the bother of the smells.
See the rancid food that smells,
What a world of wastefulness the putrefaction
So much food we do not eat
Like the old and rotting meat!
Oh, what odor lingers here,
Like a scar?
My God it’s just to queer,
It smells of sticky, stale, split beer,
At a bar!
Despite the resounding yells
Of the housekeepers it fells,
How it swells!
How it dwells
In one’s home! How it tells
Of the raptures that it quells.
Oh, to the relentless proliferation
Of the smells, smells, smells,
Of the Smells, smells, smells, smells,
Smells, smells, smells—
Sense the ever pungent waxing of the smells!
With such utter desecration
I forgo an appellation