I like my public persona.
srounded in a moral
corona.
To distract people from my
foul aroma.

Boy do I stink.
I don't need to be good.
I'll never go to hell,
they couldn't stand the smell.

I'm not healthy, wealthy or
easy on the eye.
So I'll be the nicest guy
you'll ever meet.
even if I smell
worse than chesesy feet.

Boy I do stink.
I'll go away if you buy
me a drink.
I don't mean to intrude
It's not me.
It's my smell thats rude.

Now dispite my smells
ill mood.
I often want to be
carnel crude.
safe sex with me is:
A bag on my head,
gasmask on yours,
clothes on me,
several layers on you.
But it's still enough
to get me off.

Boy I do stink.
Even my writing can be smelt
a mile away.
And if your reading this,
remeber I'm just a smile
away.

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