The colour of what is left

With four empty bottles of beer on his table
Cancelled from the lot
A potbelly helped by a pushed in hollow back
A continually bowing sleepy head
Nothing has changed in this empty head
Filled to the brims
With lust for empty heads
Whose other names are women
A major fruitless life of seventy years
Capped with abject poverty
Of mind,money and moral .

Bose