MONSTER FUNK

My body's but a shell of moist, thick air.
At last, my own demise has reached its peak.
A brittle shawl with horrid scents to bear -
I write this last acclaim too gross to speak.
I've lost but every world I've built through time
and all I have to show are memories
of people gasping hard for air. Oh, crime!
A stench which could bring nations to their knees.
I gaze to windows with ill compromise.
If there's a ray of hope, I honestly -
don't see it through the fog which blinds my eyes -
Hey, even Global Warming's heard of me.
Best not approach me yet - beware, the breath!
And now, to scrape this grill - remove the death.