Likes women in a crowded place;
And wants to hear the noise they’re making.
His heavy eyelids droop half-over,
Great pouches swing beneath his eyes.
He listens, thinks himself the lover,
Heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs;
He likes to feel his heart’s a-breaking.
The music swells. His gross legs quiver.
His little lips are bright with slime.
The music swells. The women shiver,