Bitter, bitter

Heavy noxious smoke
Comes curling
Out of the foul black pit
Threaded with a ribbon of
The sickly green
Sulphur within

I am suffocated
Drowning in the sticky
Acid sour
Webs you spit
Anchored by the need
To clean, scour

To wash that filthy soul of yours out with soap

Lather in vain
For no abrasive
Can scrub away
Such bitterness