The table stays
the wood is grey
a light sull yellowed
tingy yellow brown
when on the bench
the hobo sleeps
the homo weeps
the political correctness steeps
and for weeks and weeks
everyone is against one thing and for another, when they miss what
but is the obsession of the new
in a Hipster
that demanded to be in the mainstream
and ruined it for everyone else.
The hipsters can have their stupid eather jackets and false hippie attitudes
and their bogus 90's fashion statement
and quote Kurt and like three Nirvana songs
and call themselves #softgrunge
because they throw on some designer flannel that fits them perfectly
along with their new pair of Docs they keep squeaky clean with shoe polish.
They can meticulously makew themselves a grunge and hippie and rocker wannabe
when they are just the narcissistic mirrors of a plague
of our youth's minds
Gone is true teenage-angst
except for a few
The majority have never heard of it
yet it is the soul inspiration
for the music they "love"
So they can have their stupid hipster shitbath
and I'll listen to my hardcore punk, my Jimi Hendrix Experience, My Nirvana, My STP, My Melvins, My Black Sabbath, My Void, My Ramones, My motherfucking SCREAMING TREES (songs other than NEARLY LOST YOU)
And I'll wear my flannels
because I like flannel
and I'll wear my hair messy
cos I honestly don't give a fuck.
And I'll take the shit from everyone telling me my mentality is the definition of hipster.
Because I don't care.
And I know it isn't.
I'm not in denial,
I just happened to stumble upon a music I loved that led me to many other musics I now love.
I'm no mascot
I'm no hipster.
I'm a pissed off kid turned adolescent
who hacks away at a guitar
and yowls into a cheap microphone.
Because he's pissed off about something or other.
And I'll do what I want.
Becuase that's what I want to do.
How about you?