Peta Two

Who needs a shrink, when a lover somehow, has a problem with drink, one day he might stroll, the village full of clowns, on other times lay prone, I know what they think, he’ll always be on furlough, his head down a sink, a display for the town, show them what I've sown, outrage now he’s gone, I teeter on the brink, a whole summer down, work and strain and stink, who will want me now, face like an ice rink, bodyweight of a cow, my politics are dull pink, sweat shines on my brow, better be away from here, find another scarecrow.