Putrid Perfume Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

I am going to miss your putrid perfume
that I have inhaled for fourteen years now.
Your hold on me has been so great
that I have gotten back together
with you on numerous occasions.
Each time I inhale your foolish cloud,
I can feel death getting that much closer.
If I didn't feel like ending this now,
I know that I would end up dying for you.
I can think of many better fates but,
that is neither here nor there.
I must do this...for my future,
for my future families future, and for
my ability to be an honorable member
of the dysfunctional human race.
We function to dysfunction.