hickory smoked ham

the apartment reeks of rotting hickory smoked ham. raw ham that's been left in an open Tupperware under the sun, exposed to the elements and maggots.
i just raided our fridge again.
something smells.
we can't seem to find the culprit. it's stinking up the whole place, but no one wants to wipe out the fridge. 
who has the time? we say.
i do more work around here than the two of them combined, each of us mutter under our breaths.

and so it goes.

the apartment reeks of rotting hickory smoked ham.