“Beware the Hipster”
(inspired by Jabberwocky)
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‘Tis sunny on the day I see
the Hipster–bowler hat on head,
round Lennon glasses jauntily
perched on his nose. I nearly fled.
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“Beware the Hipster!” I’d been warned,
“-the lips that sneer, the fierce eyes that
view everything, yet also scorn
whatever thing they’re looking at.”
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He takes his cellphone well in hand,
long time the wifi here he’s sought,
to marvel at this small town’s quaint-
ness, if and when it can be bought.
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The coffee shop is where he “hangs”
–its rooms his natural habitat;
He lounges in his Vera Wangs,
entitlement of alleycat.
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He orders his speciality cup
and sits within a booth to tweet
over soy latte–bottoms up!
He contemplates his balance sheet.
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The poetry slam will soon begin,
knowing this he preps his words,
adjusts his vest, neat as a pin,
and readies himself for the herds
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of onlookers that will attend
to listen to his performance
art, anti-prose, and apprehend.
He preys upon his audience;
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he paints a picture odious,
each finely chose profanity
he picks to shock his audience
as payment for his vanity.
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One, two! One, two! His sharpened tongue
leaves all aghast! Wholesome, family
places won’t stand that kind of dung.
He won’t be back.
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“Oh, have they cast the Hipster out?
Come have some Earl Grey tea on me!
Or coffee! There will be no drought
of drinks on the house, happily!”
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‘Tis sunny on the day I see
the Hipster–bowler hat on head,
round Lennon glasses jauntily
perched on his nose. I nearly fled.
