Mini HopsA Poem by Georgia IvyUsed to party a bunch
Do you feel your heart pounding?
Its following the tempo of the beat Mini hops, sweaty bras, hands in the air What are you pointing at? Wait don’t point that’s rude Repeat what you said to me real quick, What? Whaatt? Hey, don’t get mad at me because I can’t hear what you said With the amount of nights we’ve spent like this Rest assure you’ll get deja vu to these memories when I’m 80 and forgot my hearing aid at Dennys You know what f*ck you, I’m gonna see if I can squeeze next to pretty brown eyes with a sniffle Mini hops, sweaty bra, hands in the air What’s cookin good lookin? By the look in your eyes I can tell you don’t prefer Pepsi You’re not a sunny California kinda high more like New York where it’s snows kinda guy My legs could collapse, my calves want me to stop but sweaty bra, hands in the air, mini hops More mini hops, be sure to always mini hop I LOVE THIS SONG DO YOU KNOW THIS SONG? I’VE NEVER HEARD THIS SONG BEFORE Who’s that? Is that your friend? Oh his name is Richard? Do you guys call him D- Mini hops, sweaty bra, hands in the air Ohh, so earlier you were pointing at that dick! Yeah Dick, I just saw him with his friend Wait- are you about to start crying? Did Dick’s dick derail the divinity of your life? Does Dick’s dick dictate you? Define you in any way? Then stop crying and forget that dick, because we’re too busy doing mini hops with sweaty bras and our hands in the air © 2025 Georgia Ivy |
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Added on April 8, 2025 Last Updated on April 8, 2025 AuthorGeorgia IvyNyc, NYAboutSilly poems for all the silly emotions I feel -she/her -20 years old - insta:georgia.ivyy more.. |

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