Intoxicating Aroma - Archagathus

There’s a punk I know who goes to shows

Covered in filth from his dreads to his toes

There’s a quality that follows him wherever he goes

How one could smell so fucking bad nobody knows

Society’s against his bodily smell

But he thinks society can go to hell

Even at shows he makes people upset

Just by standing around and emitting his scent

His life isn’t easy, things are getting worse

He just has to live with his foul-stench curse

But like a fine wine that improves with age

His sinister odor escapes from its cage

It’s now gotten so powerful, so sour and strong

Its effects are incredible, toxic and long

Inebriating those who can smell his smell

With a fantastic high that feels so swell

Suddenly he’s popular, with girls and men

Even got offered a job that pays almost ten

The life of the party, and everyone’s friend

Society’s grudge against him has come to an end

He’s now got some money, and freshly painted walls

All thanks to the fact he never washed his balls

So the moral of the story is don’t ever shower