The detectors can't detect
The noxious air;
If it were smoke or CO2,
I'd know how to react.
This spittled vapor poisons me,
Moves at the speed of sound;
Accosting ears like the bloated king,
As spiteful as the evil one.
He punctuates with pointed finger,
Insisting I must hear
(Louder if I don't concur)

I have the symptoms of an obsessive attack.
An open window only assails the air;
Burning incense absorbs the odor
On my furniture, in my drawers,
Like unknown dust *****,
And creaking floors.

I've replied, *******;
You've no friends,
How could you when you talk like that,
In your baggy pants and worn torn hat,
Half your memories are fabricated,
Half your brain fermented,
And the ****** is approaching soon,
The denouement nears truth,
All the ******* paddies I've stepped around
Will fertilize when you've gone.
And my real time recall,
Can't remember any fun.