The Damned

With his exposed chest soaking in

Just a little too much of the sun

He resorted to pouring

A bottle of beer

All over himself

In a drunken attempt to keep cool

He was on vacation

And it was obvious

Going barefoot everywhere

Wearing only the tackiest floral shirts

Always with a cigarette

Never far from a mixed drink

He was on a rampage of annoyance

Leaving behind a trail of frustrated waitresses

And belittled bellhops

But his money was still money

So they tolerated his debasement

While waiting for his exodus out of paradise