An instigator

An instigator
Chewing on the fat of life, a masticatior
Hoping through a mouth full of enamel to grind
Seeking answers of a coal faced miner a smile oh so kind
And bleary eyed, with a temptation ebbing towards a toothless grin
Black cheeks glowing ripened, a grapefruit plump of the devils aweful sin
The afterlife of the work face, downing ale in back street hives
Sinews of sinus clogged nostrils, eighteenth century hoar coated dives.
Wrists as thick as an oak trees branch flexed in a sculpture type pose
Able to land a punch square forced in the face crumpling an enemy nose
There is too much yard in this measurement of mine too much this vessel beer
I'm beginning to feel my woven quilt in a room so dear and queer
Retire you beast embrace the depth thy fuse is all but lit
The cannon ball has been fired you fool, the pieces no longer fit
Your day of scraping black soot and coal will award you in the pocket
Yet the pain within your eyeballs, will drop you into slumber, ball and socket.