The Hipster

How description leaves me when they come,
But easily spotted at an urban distance.
So they claim a genuine unique drum,
Though spotted easily in urban existence.
This cultural game,
Of stultified name,
Irony is their bread and butter.
But having no shame,
Ruled by the same,
Speaking not, failed to stutter.

They say what they dare not say,
Bringing the aloof to relative stance.
Walk about in vibrant shades of gray,
Of black and white photos in trance.
But this indiscretion,
Seek not oppression.
Breathing the air that others made.
Free of election,
posed deception,
The hipster's witch craft created trade.

By Evan Gunn Wilson

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