Gina

Who needs a shrink, when a lover somehow, provides a little drink, all the mights we own, in a village full of clowns, turns daylight into stone, I know what they think he couldn't weild a plough, but has me on the brink, I'm beginning to show, now he's left the town, all the stuff we've sown, it only takes a blink, outrage at what I've done, a fallen woman glasses clink, I fear what they propose, though a whole summer down, sweat shines on my clothes, face like an ice rink, to shut off the sorrow, bars and noise and stink, will they ship me now ?