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!          
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..          
Written by Numer90 (Numer0-un0)
Published | Edited 23rd Apr 2021
Author's Note
If you must pay attention..
Notice how I look..
Don't focus on what I do..
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