The wafting aroma that permeates,
Is essential for all who endure,
Consider it, a necessary cure,
For all of your needs, it satiates.
It is the sustenance that we all need,
It is, on which the nose and lungs depend,
Even if, it repulses you, pretend,
For to its provisions you must concede.
The sweet smelling scent the others apply,
Is sought after and thoroughly enjoyed.
Despite, by the reeking stench, you are annoyed,
To ward off your own doom, you must comply.
So mist yourself, sparingly, if you must,
But disregard your hesitations,
As to avoid any provocations,
About the smell that fosters disgust.
There is no avoiding the assault,
Upon the strongest sense we all possess,
For there is a daily reminder to address,
The foul odor you refuse to exalt.
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