Hipster.

Hipster.

A Poem by dukovan

Put a price tag on your name
and give it to someone else,
we're all out to get our own
we're all out of time.

Certain days and funny nights,
come together for a surprise.
when you didn't know thats really what you meant.

its that old
"I did before you did."
Well i don't see your name on it."

Who am i to tell you.
i don't even know your name.
We're all out to make one
or hide it in a game.

Curtain calls and starry nights
come together between your eyes
and you wear you skin like a badge pierced through.

i can see right through you
your singing someone elses song.
well who am i to tell you
who are you to say its wrong?

i did before you did.
could you even put a price on it?
my name is what it is.

Just watch me now
i can feel them all.

© 2012 dukovan


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Added on September 18, 2012
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dukovan
dukovan

Oconomowoc, WI



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