The Hip To My Hop

April 25, 2011
By Chili BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
Chili BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
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Favorite Quote:
"The function of music is to release us from the anarchy of our lives"


We're here,
together,
(look at me, being all insightful)
your stupid ski socks and basketball shorts,
my overworn sneakers and skinny jeans.
Hand in hand,
our fingers hugging almost as tight as we do.
Your face, that expression, I know it.
You're thinking, as I walk
and you do that thing you do,
that dancer skip.
And then you grin, with your creepy vampire fangs,
probably just thinking you're the best
because you just thought of the best thing.
In your squeaky, pre-puberty voice, you say it.
"You know what? You're the hip to my hop."
I smile, my teeth not creepy like yours.
(I'm serious, when we kiss, I fear for my life)
"You know what? You just made my day."


The author's comments:
I wrote this for my friend and her boyfriend, and he's not my favorite kid, so I threw in some jokes. He cussed me out when he read it, but at least she likes it.

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