So disheartening was the stench
clinging to certain souls and rooms
that finding relief was a cinch,
simply urinate and smell the fumes.
The smell was elusive,
but yet it would not falter.
The evidence all too conclusive,
I was at evil's alter.
The stench was breathing,
and it disliked my good persona.
Yet I strengthened my believing
by smelling my own deodorantless aroma.