August reveals it every year…

It’s all the sun, heat and sweat seeping out,

And some only waft inner shit-stirring smells,

Which ekes out their pores polluting up the air,

Tyrannically enforcing reeking stank on others.

And wafters enjoy a surrounding of sniffers too,

Whisking to a hot, moist, and rancid time of year,

A smoging cultish affair of the heaviest clouding.

It's why I try slow myself in the heat waves to walk stride my chillest pace,

Cause I'd prefer my sludge stayed swirling within, not out abusing others,

Unfortunately, a slow pace often means others stank lingers near my face.