Gia

Don't need a shrink, a new lover somehow, gives me time to think, just what can be disposed, like a bar in town, sells buns off a barrow, see what you're thinking, but who needs to know, he's 20 years younger finks, a display on their frowns, contains what i've shown, informs them who is owed, dancing on the brink, though a whole summer furlough, gather glasses smile and blink, my politics golden rose, its enough to flop down, heat drips off the shadows, shall i drink more drink, will they ship me now, my face like an ice rink, a lousy dumb clown ?