Tuesday, July 23, 2013

"The Aging Hipster"

"the aging hipster"

by Dan Leo

illustrations by rhoda penmarq, for penmarq studios™

I am the aging hipster,
and everyone despises me.
Yes, I’m just an aging hipster
and everyone’s finally wise to me.

It’s horrible to be old
when you peaked at twenty-five,
And I’ve no need to be told
that no one cares if I’m alive.

I only thank God for the internet
For Facebook and for Youtube.
I comment and chat all fucking day and yet
To these brats I’m just a boring old boob.

I’m thinking of making up a new Facebook account
and pretending that I’m young and cool again;
I’m tired of being called a superannuated cunt
By every callow smart-ass hooligan.

Don’t they know I once shook hands with Iggy,
and even shot up once with Basquiat?
And, yes, I even once got jiggly
with Patti Smith when she was drunk at

Max’s Kansas City.
So why do I feel so shitty
when I look in the mirror?
I’d even settle for some pity,

but the contempt could not be clearer
in the eyes of the young fops
in the bars and coffee shops;

to them I’m barely visible,
and if I am at all I’m risible.
I’m just an aging hipster

with my moth-eaten black beret.
I’m just an aging pathetic hipster.
And, I know, I should just go away.

(Published also in "feiuilleton 13".


Kathleen Maher said...

Isn't everyone aging, except perhaps those who are dead? To quote an old, quasi rap group, digable planets, "We're all babies, man."

Dan Leo said...

So true...