I am the ghost of morsel's past, invisible to the naked eye. Every time you let me pass, you swear that something died.

I steal a moment from its first show, Dress it in new light, and let it go. No byline needed for what I host, Whisper my name, I am

I'm dirty, mean, I'm mighty unclean I'm a wanted man Public enemy number one Understand?

I wear a grin not born of glee, my wisdom hidden in mockery. A fool by name, but not by mind. What role is mine, so misdefined?

Eating me is the symbol of roman laziness. Beating me is the start of roman debauchery. You dont need to go far to find me, but if you can't get me, you will say I am sour.