I don’t like the smell of ****
When it travels up my nostrils
It plants its unwanted seeds

I don’t like the smell of ****
It takes me back to apartment 3B
Where there was no heat or light
And I really can’t tell you how we made it through the night

I don’t like the smell of ****
It reminds me of poverty
It takes me back to street fights on humid summers nights

I don’t like the smell of ****
Like a black cloud following me down the street
Stepping over pieces of broken bottles
Of swallowed sorrows

I don’t like the smell of ****
It means money was spent on things we didn’t need