I am a Hipster

A Poem by VERONICA

This song uses the melody of Bessie Smith's classic "Gimme a Pigfooot" which describes the original black hipsters of Harlem to describe who we call hipsters today...

15 dollars!
Ha! Hell yeah!
My motherfuckin' cocktail better be 15 dollars
Cuz listen here...

Up here in Cap Hill
Every Saturday nite
The privileged get together
& it's just too chill
The worst congregates at Unicorn
& what they do is...
hum, hum hermm

Young Hannah White
Who's a Seattlite
Gets super corny actin' hella uptight
Everything about her seems
Like it kicks & it screams

I am a hipster
On Capital Hill
Call me out
I don't care
My life's just an easy bubble
The cops never give me trouble
I feel just like I wanna clown
I'll appropriate your culture without a frown
I got no rhythm
Ya! What's a beat?
Watch these attempts at twerking
Checkin' my Facebook on my tablet
I don't like black men just outta habit
Gimme a Rainier & a veggie hot dog
Call me out
I don't care

I am a hipster
On Capital Hill
Call me out
I don't care
I feel just like I wanna clown
Native prints on designer clothes without a frown
I got no rhythm
Ya! What's a beat?
Watch these attempts at bouncing
Checkin' my iPad, it's my life
Just ignore the violence, the poor's strife
Gimme a reefer & a gin tonic
Slay me cuz I'm full of gin
Slay me cuz I'm in my sin