Deodorant Poem by Greggi Leano

Deodorant



What's that saturnalia smell?
it's as if im in hell,
I found the answer in you contaigous,
i don't want to be you malodorous.

I can't sleep tonight from this bedlam
from the aftermath of your rotten ham.
I don't mind any lingering odor,
but please don't knock on my door!

I suggest you to use this roll-on
and maybe it's the time to move on,
you never know how much chaos you called,
since the day you practiced spraying mould.

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