[2] - Teetering Tipsy

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by x_Mr_Lucas_x

by x_Mr_Lucas_x

                                    
                                              Teetering tipsy sat on a glass.
Half of it full, half of it gas.
When the drink is poured and Tipsy shall bloom, 
A wondering castle, with legs I presume.
But when half is let to gas and Tipsy cannot see,
The castle turns ridged and full of flees.
Their beautiful hair ripped out by sticks, and the castle a trailer, squeezing its wits.
Teetering tipsy sat on a glass.
None of it full and all of it gas.
And while Tipsy will bloom within the new spur, 
They teeter along the edge with nothing to concur.
Tipsy an addict but of no drug to find,
But hey- Teetering Tipsy will be just fine.