Rhetorical Triangle Tramp Stamp

I swear I saw it there When you bent over To pick up a dropped copy of Discipline and Punish And replace it on the shelf With a jar holding your false teeth Which smelled vaguely of lung-butter Such a stench-wrench Which ate up he room's atmosphere Pathosphere, ethosphere, logosphere Is this for real I fear Sketchy, meaty old henna-job County fair temporary I guess I'll know soon enough