For Chelsea McBride, who said I could write a poem about a “dancing teddy bear + Eminem”.
My teddy bear will rap and dance,
And when he hears a catchy song
He’ll look at me with sparkling eyes
And ask my hands to tag along.
I can’t deny this small request
Because my hands know how to move
His arms and legs to Eminem
And other tunes to help him groove.
He always takes my baseball cap
To put on backwards just because
He thinks that’s just the way it is
And part of what a rapper does.
He feels he’s smoother than Jay-Z
When rapping ’bout a hard-knock life,
Recounting tales of being smeared
With jelly by a butter knife.
And playas, they get all his love
Because he thinks it’s very grand
To play with someone like a toy,
The hate he does not understand.
He drops a verse of sad neglect,
Of days and weeks not being played,
And lonely nights behind the couch,
Forgotten, lost, and so afraid.
But everything is everything,
It’s all a New York state of mind,
The things a teddy bear can do…
Well, it takes two, or so you’ll find.