No Scents Allowed

My love,

Oh how your warehouse kimchi


The day-old-counter black beans

Waft a most foul stench,

Like moldy compost.

My dearest,

Even your car lunches

Warm to the devilist odor.

Let me help you,

Cover your gaseous deeds

With warm candles and hand sanitizer.

Home is where my heart rests,

Among the fruity fragrance mists,

While your toxicity lingers.