All these hipster kids in their black sunglasses and wool
knit caps
Make me laugh, if only they knew what it meant to be a
hipster
Like Ginsberg or Kerouac
Who defied the laws gravity set before them and I
Floating above the ground
They knew what it meant to be in society thinking on the
outside looking outside further still
Sexing
Drugging
Boozing with beautiful lawless girls
Unapologetic to old father time clocks
Who look down their glasses at me and them
They youth which they never knew
When their skin was tight like the rope
The courageous few who trapse across balancing life and
death with a stick
The ones who spoke their minds on government, god, and guns
only a brave selected and knew what it meant to be a hipster
Titles given to them as they were living unaware of semantic
terminlology synomous with free
Burners with numbering a hand or two
Feeling the humidity in florida and turning it up
These kids riding bikes and wearing chucks and painting fruit
It is funny how they thing themselves to be hipsters where
purple and blue
Passion and sorrow isn’t cool like it used to
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