A Hipster kind of Autumn
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It is now fall, which in itself summons rain
And rain, for some, is the entity of gloominess and pain
But for myself and my fellow Oregonians
It is the annual dawning of creativity and zest
A sense of pride and jubilation enters the northwest
One way to fancy a chilly fall day
Is to observe what I will call a “species” if I may
Native to my beloved home state
These individuals venture out of their Portland domain
In which they are christened with their Hipster name
This group claims fall to be the season they reign
Creating odd microbrews with ginger and wolf’s bane
As a hipster’s identity is in the form of a latte
Each drink must model a heart or leaf in it’s foam
And Starbucks is only tolerated when running late from home
Glasses are worn, but only the frames
Scarves, tattoos, and beards cover any remains
Originality is the intention of each who aspire
To use vintage furniture and thrift stores as old but new
And making banners out of triangles is the thing to do
Some say Hipsters are a cultural movement
Others say culture is in need of improvement
But these people make this season an interesting time
For we can have a good cup of joe on any fall day
And find an old bench to people watch, the American way