Reborn Barbarian

On the other side of the carousel
lives the reborn barbarian.
After the ante up, we talk too fast
leaving the backwards walk in the midnight oil.

Having been scarred (but smarter for it), the menace leaves the big life
for the black cab stuck in the little boots.
"Love is all! Fall out!", reins the light-blue-collar brave,
But we reply, "Let it fall".