Stench Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Deflocking to mock a democracy.
More pungent than sulfur.
These eggs after another cracked.
By minds too whacked out.
Leaving that crap,
Left to leave where it's at.
Does not result in positive feedback.
As once it did to entertain and attract.

WHEW!
THIS STENCH! !
Great God, The Almighty.
Could not possibly invent to create,
The strongest of hurricane winds...
Spinning to cleanse the atmosphere.
To permanently erase the smell that stays.
No matter who prays,
On their knees everyday.
Hoping this stench up and goes away.

Proving all tools to use,
Is a futile attempt.
To undo a deflocking.
Mocking to rock a democracy off its course.

"Whew!
My goodness.
This stench is offensive.
And...
What are you doing? "

-Removing my mask!
To inhale as much of this mess as I can.
The longer we remain discussing it,
The more I can not get...
Enough of its odor.
Addicting it is.
Like the next step up...
From nicotine to wish for more,
Of this 'crap'!
You have got to try it.-

"No.
I'd rather be in an elevator,
Full of people passing gas."

-I am telling you,
This stuff is breathtaking! -