Gimme That Old Time Attention

Yes, they were junkies.

Needed it or else.

Need the brass bands and the

Whistles and bells.

Needed color.

Needed fashion.

Needed phase locking eyes

Needed love, needed passion.

Yearned for it. Squirmed for it.

Hollow point blank when

Sadly spurned for it.

But, throw it around

Throw it away.

Can’t save it up.

It won’t stay

In one place for long

You gotta be strong

Like a bull hold on

Ride it to the horn

See what is born

From attention.

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

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