Rose

Who needs a shrink, when a lover somehow, always wants a drink, one day he might stroll, down roads up and down, most times he lies low, know what they think, always misses the morrow, his head down a sink, a display all his own, to show he’s no clown, outrage now he’s gone, face like an ice rink a whole investment blown, I work and don't think, who will want me now, tear up my best gown, heavy as a wooden pole, politics dull pink, sweat shines my brow, he left without a blink, who am I to wallow ? .