Naan scents

 
Nicotine stains nestle deep in my soul
Neon dreams wrestle my nomadic role
 
Burned by the nettles of indecision
Chaste by the nunnery with imprecision
 
Wasted till my head swirls like a Nautilus
Basted in shit by a neuro-natal hippopotamus
 
A niche in time saves nine of my senses
While Northern invaders destroy my defenses
 
A nymph on my hook
When I'm fishing for bream
A nymph's where I look
When I'm wishing for trim
 
Ring around the posies
A rocket full of Rosies
Cigarette ashes and I fall down