Sewer

there's a peculiar sewage smell that gets me quite joyous

it's cause i know a guy of seventy five

met him at the bayou a good days back

catching flying fish at six am right next to the sewage outbox everyday 

he told me how do I do

and we talked about the kids and this and that

I'm not sure if he can smell it but i sure do

yet that ungainliness holds nothing to the crackle of his voice

and i mean

once i found myself at that place where i was at

the smell was of minute importance

but the taste of the sparkle in his old, old eyes

and then the piping system at my school broke while i was taking this really horrible exam,

indeed, a certain smell took over the walls

everyone at once ran out!

don't be mad!

i couldn't help myself.

took a good old whiff 

in joy, oh joy

felt my entire body heal,

felt my humanity

how kind must have been this man!

i think it's important that i keep scathing my wounds in ash! 

how else am I supposed to know the value of them these smells?