Climbing in behind the wheel,
A day like any other.
Everybody buckle up before
The gears engage.
Calm and steady,
Racked and ready,
Primed to face the day.
Not a thought of malcontent,
Not a hint of rage.
Then from out of nowhere
comes
A frightful affectation, a
Cruciferous, odoriferous,
Cankerous projection
Stepping onto senses like
A giant squashing bugs,
Quick to recognize the smell,
My mind keys the connection.
Find a curb, a patch of grass
to
Dance the stench away.
Kiss my happy mood goodbye…
Another ruined day.
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