And today has gotten me quite mad.
So with my sad music on
I'm writing this poem
'cause I'm a hipster that don't have an Ipad.
I am not a hipster, nor do I lament not having an ipad, but my remarkable ability to look into souls perceived their sensitive hipsters feelings as they shopped for rotary dial phones at second hand stores... I was there shopping for hipsters emotions.
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