Hipsters: An Oath   by   Philip Henderson

Hipsters: An Oath by Philip Henderson

 In the name of those who have

Struggled just to eat

And whom you have eclipsed

In your decade of fame

May your “PC” brains

Get so high on ecstasy

All the paramedics in the world

Can’t hold you down

May your entrails be shredded

From contaminated Gulf shrimp

May you choke on your shitty coffee

In the next Starbucks you set up

In the next Harlem neighborhood you ruin

And may a pack of gang-bangers

slice your asses to death

With rusty razor blades

(c) Philip Henderson, 2010 and 6.7. 2014