Stinky

By: Megan Pederson, Poetry Editor

A pungent smell lurches nearby,

Not necessarily identifiable,
But still inescapable.

It's so bad you could almost die.

Escaping back to class, 

Another nauseating scent attacks your nose,

You try to distinguish it,
And it's a mixture of B.O and Axe.

Everywhere else smells like sewage,

And it's smelled like this for years,

Going away for a day or two, then coming back stronger than ever.

The smell could even be considered vintage.

Someone sprayed a floral perfume,

It's sickeningly sweet and has a hint of alcohol. 

It's their best attempt to cover up the other smells,

But I can only assume.

All smells have a simple solution,

A simple candle, 

A nice cleaning.

But a great-smelling school could only be an illusion.