Another affront

to sense and sensibility.

Stink of the night before,

Too heavy to stir.

Pounding regret,

Not for the malts, hops and barley

But for the submission

You found in the small hours of the morn.

Lost to lust and temptation,

Thrown off guard,

Another loveless night

You've had...

Make your way out their door

You'll never see them again

And yet, you'll see more like them

Evermore...

out you go, you mangy beast of man...

Into the world