Best Hipsters Poems

When I lay my head to rest
I will only dream of the best
Memes of rare
They are very fair
To my lonely mind.
King Pepe of Green
Welcomes me...

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Symbiosis 

Sitting on that rock 
Like a suburban mermaid, 
You look like a lost girl 
With a long sad story to tell.
So honey, why don’t...

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As the Dime Store sirens flared
bolts of irradiated invite,
my query was denied.
     Their pimp-striped pilots only moaned, 
   ...

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Zeitgeist
Moon rock
Media magnets
Overlords
Underlords
Kings
Queens
Yee of means
Purveyors of wealth
Bankers
Oligarchy
Politicians
Celebrities
Hipsters
Fashionista
Dictator
Police
Army
Giant's of industry

Order
Order
Documentary
Meaning

Dancing in a clown mask...

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Mazsi the cat was strolling one night, 
when came down the road, a most curious sight.
A yellow striped cat with a jazzy coat,  
big...

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remember these rich kids
who moved from downtown 
Manhattan,
after the towers fell,
out into the uncharted territories of
Bushwick & those regions of
Brooklyn, which had once been
lined with...

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Welcome to the internet,
Where basic freedoms are embedded into the hard drives.
Where the memes help you through life.
Where Socially Awkward Penguin holds the door open...

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Okay, so most of us are either atheists or belong to some kind of religion, even if loosely. The religion likely demands that the convert...

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This is Norfolk

Feet stamp the sidewalk
Flap flap flapping
Off to somewhere, anywhere
A hot summer day in the city
With nothing and everything to do
Streets cars people buzz,...

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No the world is not for me. 
it's for suburban hitlers 
who indulge in protocol wars 
and middle class wives 
in camaro jeeps. 
  
No...

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Dear Sharon, I see no end 
To the rant of an educated mind
Once the pen is moving. I've seen A students
Butcher my writing. I remember...

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Well he wakes up early,
when the sun breaks ‘cross the land.
Then he goes out on the river,
high up on the logs he stands.
For counting twenty...

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NYC nior in black and white

NYC nior in black and white 

Dark landscapes 1957 NYC 
of automats radio city and hotdog stands 
memories of things...

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I see it more and more as Fall comes in,
the fabric fears not the chill or wind,
often brushed and soft, like a blanket’s grasp,
and for...

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I see them, everyday,
the hipsters and the fags
in their fancy jackets,
flipping their feminine hands,
nails just cut and short.

I hear them, everyday,
the young girls getting raped...

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