Stinkman

[Wilyem Clark]

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 in ninety-five-dollar parfums.
They rarely encounter a leaky sewer,
a fetid bog, or field of carnage.
They don't know how to respond to a one-off,
a wet doggie loose cannon stray of a man.
So forgive us, Stinkman, for edging away;
you are only human, with one outré trait:
a baleful presence, a baneful aura
that exiles you from every crowd
wherever you go.

[YesNo]

Nice portrayal of a social outcast. I liked the description of the elite who would not find Stinkman tolerable and your description of him as neither hero nor villain.