Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, <br /> One with a fat wide hairless face. <br />He likes love-music that is cheap; <br /> Likes women in a crowded place; <br /> And wants to hear the noise they're making. <br /> <br />His heavy eyelids droop half-over, <br /> Great pouches swing beneath his eyes. <br />He listens, thinks himself the lover, <br /> Heaves from his stomach wheezy sighs; <br /> He likes to feel his heart's a-breaking. <br /> <br />The music swells. His gross legs quiver. <br /> His little lips are bright with slime. <br />The music swells. The women shiver. <br /> And all the while, in perfect time, <br /> His pendulous stomach hangs a-shaking.<br /><br />Rupert Brooke<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wagner/
