Perfume Man; The Town Crier..

Because of you I began to turn into some Pollen grains..      
Womanizer Anther        
My mistress, Stigma..          
Craving for the fragrance..        
Elevating my arrogance..        
Scent of a flower..          
I smoke this crap..        
I am a strange Chap...        
     
       
I know!          
         
But,          
       
Don't ever mistaken this for the botany..  
I misspent in my tertiary..          
I went for this vasectomy..          
To not make a breed in this colony..          
Come on! Take on me.. like a family of Polygamy..          
Oh! Please lend me arms from this armory..          
None of these walking dead feels any empathy..        
         
I upgrade the scent to kill the odor..          
Yet that is the only sentence to order..          
People already suspicious..          
At the same time when I was curious..          
         
I can't keep chasing..          
For me, that is addictive behavior..          
What I got is rewarding..          
As well as reenforcing..          
Should I retire?..          
Am not a junkie..          
Am not a flunkie..        
I rather settle as a Town Crier..