Muse

Butterfly lands on a fat man dancing,
soaks through with sweat
and sticks to his back.
A fat man naked bounces yellow rolls,
whirls for the crowd
and their self-esteem.

Crowd stays and watches their fat muse dance,
all with the thought
I can do better.
A wet mass of tongues lick pricked-up ears;
and don't we have souls?
and aren't we all loved?