a poem about hipsters
i heard you talking shit about pitchfork
i saw your ipod
you were listening to gang gang dance
you always talk about the importance of lady gaga
you have fashionable shoes, glasses, and clothes
some day you’ll be a photographer
you know what’s important
who’s important
six months before they do
i read on your blog
that bloghouse was dead
i shed a single tear
i read on your blog that justice was over
and i cried
maybe you could make me feel better
with a trip
on your vintage bike
-aaron
