If our personalites came in a bottle
What would be your fragrance?
A blustery way,
of moist grass and dew
Or sizzling barbeque
on a summer's day
A stark Kiss that sparkles
as the night winks
Maybe the tatse be that of mint
A musty attic
mottled and dank
Like cakes and snow
on Christmas eve
Or a soul thats blank,
head in bank
As the blood off a butcher's cleve
So much is to accomplished
If we ever believed
In the chuckle of the stars
And the cries of the breeze.
As it carries your character
For miles in a sneeze
No one wants you up the nostrils
Or your taste on their tongue
You stench is rank like stale rum
But what if all the rum was gone ?
When all is done
And the day is a bust
We recap,
wonder
Why All the fun has missed us
So if your persinality came in a bottle
Would you like you?
And what you smelled like?
I'll take that one to the left
The one apart from the rest
One spray, two
I can see why no one likes you
Three puffs, four
I'll take this yes I was sure
Five sniffs, six
Soon i'm going to be sick
Seven whifs, eight
I can no longer think straight
Or is this the euphoria of clarity?
For I am no longer misguided
By the noxious foul
Nor distorted by the haze
of your presence
That I mistook
For a good one.
