Outside in the windy air.
The fumes just curl my hair.
Many just don't give a care.
Life goes in time and wear.
Clip on my sore nose.
Can't breath that foul air.
Mask over my face real light.
NO LEAKS-if any a fright.
It blurs my eye sight.
Takes away from my every day might.
So-who am I to complain ?
The air is making me insane.
Babies born dead on the ground.
ACID-RAIN, melts them on down.
Soapbox clowns-look with a frown.
Vote for me - I'M RENOWN.