Those Hipsters Keep Appearing
In the First World where
Big tears descend...
Always our self-love
Is on the mend...
"O, G*d, I haven't been
Accepted
By ironic beards, and
Voluntary twits..."
...Too bad my eyes don't
Need prescriptions,
As I might resort to it,
And waste my dollars
On a new face that
The public will approve...
Those Hipsters keep appearing...
...Watch them clutter
Up my street!...
...Their obviously well-heeled
To afford entry
Amongst their fleet...
Those Hipsters keep appearing
Bringing gentrifying views,
As their more important
Than what's current...
...Make a path, and let
Them through!...
...Tho they claim their mask
Comes from expression,
And it's never been a ruse
To gain admittance into the
Circle...
...Wary for a wave, or cue!...
Propelled on their
Organic diets
That leave me gasping for
A breath
When they pass wind,
Or lift an armpit...
...But their slavish to
Their theft...
You can polish up your
China...
You can gauge your ear
Until
It can fit the hugest
Ball and chain
The world will ever
Sell...
In the First World where
Big tears descend...
Always our self-love
Is on the mend...
...And you must return
The favor for
The solace that you net
From all these somethings
Who equal nothing
When their brought to
Light, and set
Out under the luckiest of
Noses...
...Yes, we're finally
Right on time
For the expose to show us
What so long we have
Denied...
Those Hipsters keep appearing...
...Watch them clutter
Up my street!...
...They've obviously greased
Many palms for entry
On their fleet...
Those Hipsters keep appearing...
Want to scrape them off my shoes!...
...Seems their more important
Than what's current...
...Make a path, you've let
Them through!...
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2017
Bunny Villaire