Paddy

If you cook with gas, turn the flame up, give it a blast, face like a stone, it’s the way you love, not worth going home, silken ones who trap, think that you're stuck, roll around and laugh, circle you like ghosts, roll in the muck, don’t stay at their posts, you drink wine aghast, you’re no purling dove, whose wings will collapse, go on your own now, consider them fluff, you’re better off alone, no one has a pass, without some good luck, who always shouts Basta !!!! but never enough.