Delivering poetic justice during the Trump years.

“Ah, the smell of it!” – the tagline used for Calvin Klein’s Obsession;
it sure made him lots of money. So – I now will sell perfume.
It’s my latest money-grubbing grift and ethical transgression,
since I’m known for what I smell like when I walk into a room.

There’s a fragrance for the ladies and, for men, there’s a cologne.
Once you douse yourself and then encourage others to inhale, you’re
gonna be amazed as gasps are heard, and all their minds are blown –
as their lungs fill with the overwhelming, acrid stench of failure.

I keep marketing my image for these profit-making ventures –
like the Bibles, and the watches, and the sneakers. Time is ripe for
yet another bald-faced cash grab, once again deserving censure,
that is best described as redolent of eau de loaded diaper.

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