That scent, not heaven sent

An obnoxious man got a job in a factory 

But soon quit, found it unsatisfactory 

Though he was paid well 

Couldn't take the bad smell

His problem, obviously, olfactory 

 

This young man should never have quit 

In time, to himself, should admit

That deep in his soul

There resides an a-hole

Everything smells like what comes out of it 

 

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