Aromas creep from under seats
Fighting for a turn, fighting for attention
The half-eaten hot dog sneaks in from under a seat
A tube of toothpaste rises towards the ceiling
The scents are unsettling, each filled with disgust
They do not agree, not a pair of them
Old-man is defeated by the stronger hobo
And the bag of cranberries can not withstand tomato soup
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