Eight Months September 29 2015, 0 Comments

It’s been eight months without a bath.
No soak, no soap, no suds, no clean.
So plug your noses, run and scream.
I'm a downright nasty stink machine.
 
I walk around in a cloud of “gross.”
Was sniffed by a skunk and he broke his nose.
Flies rent the cracks between my toes.
It’s been eight months without a bath.

My breath burns the bark off the backs of trees.
Animals migrate to stay up-breeze.
Even the maggots are allergic to me.
It’s been eight months without a bath.

I once saw a dung beetle stop and stare.
There’s moss growing out of my underwear . . .
So if anyone’s got a loofa to spare?
It’s been eight months without a bath.