Odorous Breeze - a poem

The air is cool, the breeze is sweet
But upstairs all I have is heat
I flick on the fan to move it along
but suddenly my nose smells something wrong

It taints the cool breeze, the fan blown air
I really wish that stench wasn't there.
You've lit up a cig; that smell is so raw
As I turn off the fan I clench my jaw

I hate the way it odorizes my life
I wish it would blow away
But not into my fan as I try to sleep
And there is nothing to stop you I can say.