Ode to a Hipster

Every time we converse with lots of sole,
I rock your pants thanks to my skinny genes
And we dance on grass in the sun to AnCo.
We explore MoMa as PoMo fiends.

One day you will fashion a wedding dress,
Of my plaid flannels, my tux will totes match.
We’ll marry in a thrift store, vintage blessed,
Toast with PBR, foam coats my mustache.

‘Ye say “her mother, daughter granddaughter,
hate me,” F*ck that, I know she is the ONE.
Runaway to live for one day-trotter,
Your American spirit makes you fun.

I found you before you were overplayed,
Gotta stay together cause we’re underpaid.