I need to lose this gut,
so full of beer and brine,
swaggering like a huge beast,
lulled up from the deep,
undernourished and overfed,
by rich, luxurious wines.

The dark angel of old,
split crowds, bathed in neon hues,
clothed in leather, laden with fur,
infused.

Those left in his wake,
seemed somewhat confused,
awoke from blackened dreams,
unknowingly and unwillingly,
abused.