Underarms don’t stink because
The owners of them think
About today, who maybe drinks
From the dankest, hairy sink?
And then they drop a little color
In the water.
The table’s set for someone,
Perhaps you.
The clerk waits to serve someone,
Could be you.
The lottery spoiled someone.
The gunman shot at someone.
The shitstorm sullied someone.
Maybe you…
God thinks as much about us as we think about whom might be affected by our body odor.
No one in particular… ?