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              Lord Of Limburger

folk speak of you too freely

not in the hushed voice of your desire

but slyly, loudly

your putrid stench

that isn’t you

it’s just your cheesy shoes

your garments shed an odor

and so you are unwelcome

unfairly, I’ve thought

though I’ve kept silent about it

yet folks speak of you

constantly

casually

disrespectfully

as if laughing

behind your back