Hipster Invasion
At my favorite bar,
the one I hate the least.
I don’t know the music,
drifting out to the streets.
I have to sit outside,
cause I can’t stand the crowd.
Don’t know what they’re saying,
the music’s too darn loud.
Over in the corner,
playing the hipster scene.
There’s two twenty somethings,
hitting on a prom queen.
Sipping their microbrew,
trying to impress her.
All the while their eyes are,
trying to undress her.
But the sun warms my face,
this beer is good and cold.
Sitting at this table,
watching the day get old.
My youth may be gone now,
but I don’t have regrets.
I lived the way I want,
that’s as good as it gets.
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