From across the bar sat a plump arrogant man

Beckon calls and tilted head moves

She was there too

Eating clams, but mussels later

Stuffing his pockmarked face, he felt proud of himself

Even though I looked on him with pity

As the night grew on and beers were had, I could see what she really was

A pariah; sucking on the tit of the fat man

We were conversing of cylinders with mirrors with loose colored objects

Here is where she entered my mind again

I glanced over

Now she was feeding him lines and guzzling his filth, or was it his faith

Let by gones be by gones and to each their own

I took a piss (that seemed to last forever)