STATE OF

Wait.
Hold on.
Do you…
do you smell it?
Something’s rotten in Denmark
– and by Denmark,
I mean ‘right fucking here.’

Yeah, I can tell:
something stinks around here
and
I can’t quite identify it,
but it’s certainly amiss.

Like…
like old pork
doused in old milk
with some old sweat as chaser,
you know?

I have a wretched nose,
and even I can smell it
and my shower’s been broke for weeks, so if I can catch this wretched scent…
Oh, wait…