Brian

Don't need a shrink, a new lover somehow, give me time to blink, what i might disown, like a bar's clown, a farm full of stones, know what you're thinking, i won't need a plough, the intentions bright zinc, a display from the town, contains what i've sown, mobs rage for the morrow, I dance on the brink, though a whole summer furlough, gathers and sinks, my politics are dull pink, the heat off my brow, is enough for a sink, shall i drink more drink, will they ship me now, face like an ice rink, who cares to sorrow ?