T With G0 Sips Poem by sean north
T With G0 Sips
Had enough, yeah
And about to much
How your so hip
As to everyone
Who's out of touch
Had enough and
About a guts full
This sink into your
Stupid tides pull
Had enough
Time to put it out
So tired of the things
You moan about
Had enough
And so over it
Makes us sic
In the place we sit
With Petty fingers
And Nagging doubt
And so you put
These fires out
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