we try to eat out, just a dingy pizzeria on a weeknight, and it stinks.
we drive past sagging strip malls and people walking the streets
in slippers and frankly, that stinks too.
kids ride in the middle of the road two to a bike, a cop gives me a ticket
in front of my own house for rolling through a stop sign, and we wonder
if this all doesn't just sort of stink.
the kicker? two half-assed rounds of leftover fireworks from last Friday night.
and we are what's sagging and dingy and leftover and we are what stinks
and we are what stinks
so what happened to us? again & again we begin
again & again we
begin
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Dinah: This stinks.
Margaret: Don't say "stinks," darling. If absolutely necessary, "smells" - but only if absolutely necessary.
-- Philip Barry, The Philadelphia Story
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