Smells and Bells

The Catholic church has much to answer for.
Hypocrisy, for one, but incense candles
annoy me not a little, in fact more
than careless shit that's left upon door handles
of public loos. The cat-shit's acid stink
that all-pervades many a right-on house
has nothing on this sweet stench, I think.
Am I a man, or some religious mouse?
God sod it all. A whiff of immortality
passes by me as I write this sonnet.
Let's get a grip on pungent, hot reality.
Please remove your sweaty, soiled bonnet.
          All these, and more, get up my delicate nose.
          I couldn't sniff your armpit, I suppose?