The World is Full of Hipsters

The world is full of hipsters,
And I’m becoming one of them,
So self-aware that I’m aware
Of how I’m self-aware;
Using the same word twice ain’t rhyming,
But I am too hipster to care.
As the upper middle class expands,
So does Am. Apparel in square feet.
I’m only comfortable in Hipsterville,
That one café-lined street.
I often mention the bad neighborhood
That ups my cred by being beside
When I meet my friends at Starbucks,
Setting my Macbook Pro aside.
I even know that I am using
Some examples which are stale;
Where once stood soy and pomegranate,
Sit açai berries and kale.
This cult is heading toward destruction,
And I’ll be the first to ditch the band;
Any decay can be made fresh
By selling from an unknown brand.


08/11/10