Sippin’
Slo sippin’,
The bottle ain’t quite empty
Still a sip
Passes lip
Drips in a queasy belly,
It’s not good
Without food
To be sippin’ on the mash,
But it’s cheep
And he’s meek,
Just wallowing in the trash,
Slo sippin’
Going slo to make it last.

Gloom
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