Peninsula - Death Vessel

My bejesus needed more

Probably left me for the war or

For the screaming neonatal ward

For a new chunk of fire

Encapsulated jive;

both the quarter and the prize

Out there whanging on the Naugahyde abusively

Suck a section of the rind

Strike a match on my behind

But I’m of suffocative mind, all mucus and haze