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".

1 comment:

Unknown 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."