Toxic noise and toxic Scent:

The woman in front of me sits poised to allure.
Her perfume fills my nostrils with its toxic scent,
Her unpleasantness is only surpassed by the telephone gossip that spews from behind my head.
Some have asked why I keep my music loud,
And why I speak so softly.
Etiquette my dear, simple etiquette.
I do not need to hear your conversation
I do not need to pollute your ears.
I am who I am and I am stuck here in this seat
Pinned by a Samoan who snacks heartily upon pastry after pastry
I am an emotional hermit in an extroverted society filled with toxic noise and toxic scent.