My Brother's usage of Cologne

My brother’s usage of Cologne
Borders on the Extreme—
Every Morning at my house
I swear it’s Killing me.

I choke, sputter and Gag for air—
And pray I don’t pass out.
The word Moderation is Lost on him—
This I do not doubt.

Survival through the Poison gas
Puts things in perspective—
But no matter how you cut it—
My Brother is Defective.

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