Sean

Say you’ll get a grip, please don’t rage and bellow, give me that old guff, you don't need drink to say, stash it in the hold, find the need to get away, you always make surly trips, a manacled wretched clone, watch others dance so hip, won’t let your spirits fray, down unforgiving zones, lies in everything they say, make your laughter dip, like alcoholic mojos, with their lousy 'scripts, will you get some sleep, for your twenty stone, when faith makes a leap, don’t wonder why her kiss, beats every childhood groan, here’s another coffin ship, waiting as your home.