like
fish
on the shore washed up.
like
the rat in the alley
belly up.
the can
turned over.
the trash truck rolling
by.
i've got a fine nose
these
days for who i don't
want to be
around.
whether underfoot
or a mile down
the road.
i've learned the hard
way
to keep the stink away.
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