They come into my household, uninvited;
then have the nerve to question my decor.
If I object politely (but not more;
I am not uncouth), they claim to be slighted.
I wish that they would leave, and leave today,
taking with them their unread, unwashed way.
I have no interest in what they might say,
I doubt that any one of them can think.
And yet, with the foul scent of their "B.O"
(they spent quite a long stretch of time unbathed)
my nostrils are assaulted, hurt, and scathed.
This holds however local winds may blow,
and proves that others, more than monkeys, stink.
Starward
[jlc]