MY HIPSTER CLOSET

i was william burroughs
and she was helen steiner rice  
i was kurt cobain  
and she was daryl hall  
and though i might  
secretly scan    
for the oldie station  
and catch me a little  
"man in the mirror"  
i had a certain image,  
a certain moody persona  
of an intellectual bent  
worthy, i thought, of protection  
   
but it's a bitch, girl,    
that has gone too far  
because her kiss  
was on my list  
and i have to admit  
a girl like that,  
she make-a my dreams  
come true  
and i said  
baby,  
wake me up  
before you go-go  
but that, my friends,  
is whole 'nother shameful story