The mini version of a rant

Bathe, baby, batheWhen invisible walls are closing inCan you part the stench curtainsAnd stick your nose outsideHoping to drink in some fresh air?How do you crawlOut of the dark chocking depthOf an office cubicleTurned stinky dungeon?Where can you hideFrom these territorial clawsOf co-worker’s odourReaching with anti-perfume hugsOf sweat-buttered,Armpit-hairy,Crotch-suffocated,mouldy-toed,Unwashed body?*This is the short version of a very eloquent rant I have bottled up since last week. I'm about to report to work in a space suit. How do you handle?