Poor Paul has turned pest
Easy to hear “tiaaan, chtian!” around him
Doped in smell of all that sickens and kills
Sickening and killing humans like flies
Is he a walking corpse?
He knows not he is a repellent
So explores all “nosedoms”
I would be a swinging monkey
Around his chasing
Than be a dead fly around him
What at all is he punishing his natural scents for?
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2015