Smells Like... What?

A stationary fart in a bathroom stall smells like the decay of society.

the abandonment of spiritual values and having fooled ourselves to believe that the material world is something more than a sick dream or a multiply distorted image of the true reality smells like the fruit fragrance Hello Kitty doll hanging from my window by a spit-coated plug.

An avenue of long twisted knots of barnacles intertwined with old bowls of Chunky brand chicken noodle soup and soggy loaves of sourdough bread smells like the meat left in the grass for the last three centuries which had been dragged along the muddy ground in the last 10 minutes.

The meat left in the grass for the last three centuries smells like the pizza that I had for dinner.

An oil rig worker in the Gulf Of Mexico that only washes his hair once every three days smells like an episode of Blake's 7 where there is a lot of brainwashing and ample supplies of Nutella.

A cyberpunk movie with lots of Chinese food smells like a lettuce parade on a humid street lined with dehumidifiers in a small Grenadian town.

The bark of a tree that is being cut down and sent to a religious cult leader smells like the struggle between the oppressed proletariat and a rather stubborn top on a jar of Hellman's mayonnaise that refuses to yield.

 The desperation of the man pulling the arm of a slot machine hoping to win the jackpot in hopes of having enough money to fill the tank of his SUV with gasoline smells like the deadly rhythm of drums played in 15/16 time while the drummer eats fried chicken.

Failure for he will never be as good as Bill Bruford smells like the drummer collapsing on the floor in despair of losing his drumsticks.

Happy hour at the Kentucky Fried Chicken smells like annoying children that haven't had a shower in 18.45 days.