You,kay?

I'm spoiled by,
sullied and soiled,
by and by,
by western skies
Welts
from the belts
of gold festooned goons
Grins
above seven chins,
thrown deep,
in Dale Winterns
twenty four seven supermarket sweep
Handshakes from rakes,
quaking and slaking
for higher stakes
Fingers in ears
don't hear,
a fat man shedding a tear,
that waters down,
gives cause for a frown,
his seventh
super strength beer