I try to smell my best,
And leave a trial of scent,
I smell better then the rest,
When I wear Carbon.
Only worn on special days,
On others its just lynx,
I leave my room a misty haze,
When I wear Carbon.
It's my signature smell,
People recognise before they see,
It clings to my lapel,
When I wear Carbon.
I wear more then I should,
It chokes me sometimes,
I feel so good,
When I wear Carbon
© Michael Moorcroft August 11th 2009
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The first time I read 'Carbon' I didn't like it. Now I have read four times and I love it. And I don't know why.