There is little worse than a man
In a poor suit
Other than one in a poor suit and cheap shoes
Nor are those whose body odour expands beyond
Their borders as intolerable as those smelling of nothing
But
Soap
As though bathed at hospital mere minutes before
And arriving, un-fucked by the city
At the lift in which you too are ascending
They are repellent
And void of life
Lacking the juice of a medium rare t-bone
Or the opposite sex
How unfortunate then
That so many managers and supervisors and heads of
whatever the hell
Look so goddamn bad and smell so goddamn clean.