weevils in the beanbag devour like rampaging locust the country side
defiling young tuber before harvest overcoming virgins with the vampire bite
once beaten no shame naked dancers swell their ranks
bearing all in the market square not insane just free they quip
sinking deep in a cesspool of shame dogs eat their vomit beckoning others to the macabre dance
refusing all entreaties defying the clan outcast of the night take their full fill of pleasure
as fleeting passion and intoxication ebbs
naked and alone they stand outside the city gate
