Mustache Love: a very funny hipster poem
Mustache love,
the perfect drink of scotch-
my writer's anti-swagger
makes lady hipsters talk.
They're loving on my ink,
and jocking on my socks,
'cause I cuff my levi's-
so, you see them as I walk.
I wear them earthy green
to match my gauges and my pot.
It's medicinal, In case that...
I forgot?
'Cause I'm a local poet
who's whitish with my thoughts
Dark, organic, twisted,
It only get's them hot,
So, stop, shop, and stroll
when you're buying up my poems,
Cause I'll have girls and money
when I move out from my mom's.
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© 2012 Leone Vidoni