| This poem is dedicated to the citizens of Carthage, MO in commiseration for the suffering caused by Renewable Environmental Solutions and its inability to curtail the stink emanating from its facility.
The author Albert Midoux is an environmental activist from McDonald County, Missouri.
Ode to The Dept of Natural Repose:
When the air is bad and the stench so vile,
the worst your nose has sniffed in a while.
The ovens in town must be cooking today
and it smells more like carrion than donuts, I'd say.
My olfactory senses are the best they can be
and my proboscis will notice even things I can’t see.
The odor floating in on the wind this fine day
can wrinkle the clouds and hold maggots at bay.
We need help cries the mayor, while holding his nose,
the stink is so bad it’s shrinking my clothes.
I’ll call DNR! A voice cries out.
These are the people who sniff stinkers out.
I called them, they're coming, they're sending a crew,
Both experts on stinkers they know what to do.
There’s a lady who’s coming, we can’t wait to meet her.
There’s talk she’ll be packing her new "scent-o-meter".
Scent-o-meter you say! Hey! I know this device.
It pleases polluters and puts issues on ice
Designed to belittle the stench in the air
and convince us in fact what we smell is not there.
The experts have gone but the facts are quite plain.
They have taken their meter but the stink will remain.
A mission designed to discredit the nose
And allow the polluter to smile in repose
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