like something stinks
a half-sneer

to ward off many a fair-weather friend
or suitor             I suppose
who may mistake me
for someone who

smells something pleasant but let me tell you

whatever it is
it’s

 
 

how I was born
 

“What’s wrong with you”
 
Oh you look so unhappy
 

I was born with a look on my face
like something stinks

Now you mention it standing here so close

It does I swear        Whatever it is

It does
 
 

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