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Hippies Happy, free, unique Posting on We Heart It Tend to stray away from mainstream Hipsters
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
He is tasting every savory wordWith a clenching jawIf he doesn’t lower his voice the barista will noticeAnd the inky hipsters drinking their black coffeesWill become our audience
Peers and youth clatter and clank Minds nearly filled with blank Always looking so fine and swank A job and work a threat or a prank Parents diving into their savings bank
I may or may not be obsessed with hippie life Hipsters are the now
I'm different, I'm different, I really am! Believe me, believe me, it's not a scam! I wear skinny jeans and Skrillex my hair. This should be reason enough for you to care.
We don't get to timeour crises of faith,do we? When thebite has gone outof the bourbon itseems as thoughjokes are not funny,as they used to be.