the fat butcher takes another gulp of his beer and slams it on the counter

here's the thing, he burps, here's the thing about Dorian Gray-
my wife is the prettiest woman i've ever laid eyes on-
and she doesn't see it, she never sees it
and so if i could have that power, he slurs, 
i would let myself be the picture of my wife, 
i would take all the things she don't like 'bout herself
and i'll wear 'em like a soldier wears his war wounds