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Hippity-Hop
by Ken HarnischA splurge, and a dirge
Who knows what will emerge
When you try to write it down
Or maybe even fight it down
Compression, repression
Maybe a depression
A liar inspires
Starts poetic fires
Burning the night oil
Feeling your blood boil
Watching the words form
Keeping your hate warm
Letting all invective
Be less than selective
Who cares if its defective
Its reeling, a feeling
To you it is appealing
To slay the wandering lover
Til you discover, uncover
The thing that made him rotten
Is something youve forgotten
But he keeps it flaming
Blaming, the same thing
You had done to you
You were doing too
til he caught you, honeydew.
So heres the skinny, grab it
Now that youre a rabbit
Getting in the habit
Hippity-hop, baby.
Hippity-hop
11/20/2002 Author's Note: not an M&M (eminem) maybe...only a Snicker
Posted on 11/20/2002
Copyright © 2024 Ken Harnisch
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Quinn Vokes on 11/21/02 at 09:34 PM haha! this is great!*starts to dance as well* there is a definite rhythm, but if you read closely it's much more:-) |
| Posted by Kate Demeree on 11/22/02 at 12:04 AM Interesting... poem... I like the rythem.. but me thinks like the rest.. that there is much more here than that. Well Done! |
| Posted by JD Clay on 11/24/02 at 07:23 AM I can only imagine the amount of work that went into the making of this wonderful piece, to make it came out so smooth. Nice work Ken. Peace... |
| Posted by Jessica Yen on 01/07/04 at 08:02 AM the rhythm is admirably clear and consistent. lovely! |
| Posted by Anne Howe on 04/20/04 at 08:41 AM how wonderfully this hops toward it's 'tail' end ....an excellent read |
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