the cool people

Hipsters in mini skirts and tight pants saunter by like cats on a walk. Smirking sideways and blowing smoke through flared nostrils, they need people around them so they have someone, anyone to hate. Underneath the makeup and the cool faces their lungs are as black as their clothes and their thoughts are as dull as their eyes. Fashion is a farce, a lie, a hoax and the hipsters buy the lie on credit as fast as they can and then they start selling it, an elaborate pyramid scheme that keeps them in the junk of their choice, the prada, minolo blahnik, jimmy choo, and all the rest.