Nasty

his red skin hung about him like a full body scrotoplasty
before me stood the holotype, the O.G., the proto-nasty
the smell was like a dumpster fire, burned toast with sewer-grate gassy
hells of rotten egg sulphur mire, eaten then belched out chunk-ghastly
tasting the fumes in the air turned my stomach not at all happy
as my innards vacated, burned, full body hot truck-stop nappy
shocked I saw that everyone there seemed joyous, if a bit plastic
calloused senses kept unaware, not just bad, things were crap-tastic

(Poetry Scales 96)