There’s a particular company that, much like snake oil purveyors of old, profits from peddling false notions; in this instance the idea that spraying something with a mist equals it being clean and no longer odious; in personally finding said product itself greatly irritating to the nasal passages, it suffices to say I do not concur immensely.

With thanks to Ion Ceban for use of the header image. 

The mist
That is a scent
There to cover
An ailment maybe
Perhaps even poverty
But if not
What
Other than
A mask for odious
Indolence
Bone idle flora
Sweet smell
Of foul lethargy

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