Hip

I use to be too hip through I was the captain of the ship, well equipped.

Until I had one too many toots, one too many nips, I tripped then flipped the script I had to abandon ship.

Now ain't that a blip, when you start taking toots and taking nips once the get a grip, it becomes a dictator ship and all you get is gypped.

So take a tip, when you're trying to be too hip, you'll just wind up a drip with your face in the dip.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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