Monday, 22 January 2018


You go from one lover to the next
It isn't so much that you want to see them all undressed
So much as it is you want them to see you whilst you're still at your best
But time is already putting your dubious charms to the test
Your life has become such a mess
That you've managed to make even your psychiatrist so depressed
That if they could they'd prescribe you death.

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