The smell of exhaust fumes fills the morning air
Which a short while back smelt of last night's drizzle
Which cleansed the air of the day's smog and dust
Whilst the world was asleep,
Nauseously intoxicating, the smell of exhaust fumes,
Whose composition of burnt and unburnt fossil fuels
Entered the bloodstream of every living creature in sight
That breathed in the exhaust fumes-filled morning air.
Excuse me while I cough up a little blood,
No, nothing to be concerned about,
Not yet at least.
