Stinkman

My apologies, Stinkman, for you are neither
superhero nor black-hatted villain.
Your powers are limited to snug-a-bug spaces:
buses, trains, prissy culture-cafes,
and double-door lobbies.
You assail the noses of the ultrarefined,
that lofty elite who pamper their senses
with fussbudget goodies, snootsample wines,
and rosy aromas,
who jazz up their atria with hyssop and jasmine,
who soak

Stinkman