Hipster Hating Volume 12: Poetry Edition
All these sweet hipster honies
and Hazelden alumni
Write poetry
Too
And I look at them
With a twinge of disgust
Think to myself…
” FUCK, IS THAT YOU?”
But then I remember
This isn’t something I picked up
In a shiny ego haze
Of drug fueled invention
Or put pen to paper
At a counselor’s suggestion
Cause
I don’t know where this thing ends
Or where it began
Years have just made it what I do
and that’s part of who I am
On a fundamental level
Reduced to base identity
But still I do have to wonder
Why this low nastiness
comes at me
Why do I give a damn
What these silly girls do?
And if it makes me happy just for today,
why worry if I’m pretty goddamn
Silly, too
