With
a nose as big as a Buick
He
could smell a dog relieving himself
On
the next block.
This
was no gainful asset,
It
made his life
Odorous
hell.
On
his bus ride to work
He
knew who had showered
And
who had not,
Who
took salami for lunch
And
if the bus driver
Took
a swig before his shift.
Last
week he got lucky,
A
close friend gave him
His
cold.
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