Oh,
sepulcher of scents.
You hold them in
like a grandma with gas.
The only one that gets a V.I.P pass.
You are now obsolete.
Why bother with you
when they can just
plug in some plastic?
I, for one, am not glad.
I liked it better when you
smelled like a dryad.
Febreeze.
Microscopic sneeze.
Arthritic knees.
God dammit,
who else cut the cheese?
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