The Reality Poet
These Hips Don't Hop
By: Samantha Fitzgerel
My shizzle won't drizzle
I really don't know what
I just said...
My teenagers talk in these phrases
and they are getting TRAPPED in MY head!
I've tried to get my hip to hop
but my Dr. told me to stop.
A woman my age shouldn't try this craze,
it could cause that socket to POP!
"Oh, my Gah! Mom," my daughter says
like, you SO don't know what we mean..
DUH! really I don't but when you say it
like that it makes me want to scream
What are these words that come from your mouth,
am I the only one who can speak in
my hiz...um, I mean house?
Hey! Wait a minute, don't you call me shorty,
I stand at five foot seven, and I want to hollaback at ya
but then for shizzle I wouldn't make it to heaven...
So for now I'll stand here with my hands on my hips,
and lift my head and shout
these two simple words from my lips,
You might understand them, they are PEACE OUT!
copyright 2005
therealitypoet@gmail.com
My shizzle won't drizzle
I really don't know what
I just said...
My teenagers talk in these phrases
and they are getting TRAPPED in MY head!
I've tried to get my hip to hop
but my Dr. told me to stop.
A woman my age shouldn't try this craze,
it could cause that socket to POP!
"Oh, my Gah! Mom," my daughter says
like, you SO don't know what we mean..
DUH! really I don't but when you say it
like that it makes me want to scream
What are these words that come from your mouth,
am I the only one who can speak in
my hiz...um, I mean house?
Hey! Wait a minute, don't you call me shorty,
I stand at five foot seven, and I want to hollaback at ya
but then for shizzle I wouldn't make it to heaven...
So for now I'll stand here with my hands on my hips,
and lift my head and shout
these two simple words from my lips,
You might understand them, they are PEACE OUT!
copyright 2005
therealitypoet@gmail.com
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