Young Hipster Boys and Hipster Girls Lay Down – Sonnet Forty-Nine

Young hipster boys and hipster girls lay down
In hipster lines of multicolored funk,
In hipster sweat and steam, in hipster sounds,
In hipster writhe and grind, in hipster spunk.

Do hipsters strip, is naked scrawny hip?
Pubes shaved in ancient symbols irony,
Or Thunderbird tattoo on hipster lips?
Can hipster porn even exist, really?

It’s difficult to think of hipsters hard,
Or hipsters wet and open, spreading wide,
It’s hard to think of hipsters sucking nards,
Or hipsters lapping up a hipster tide.

I’d think that hipsters cum and die alone,
But they must reproduce… maybe by phone?