I feel like sometimes hipsters have this thing with words. Almost like they feel this need to have an overly developed vocabulary, and write terrible poetry.
I remember a previous English class I was enrolled in I had a teacher who told you like it was.
When it came to the poetry section of the class he made an announcement, and it was along the lines of: If you write about anything that has to do with your dark pathetic life, or a recent break up I don’t want to read it.
And of course there was still that one dumbass, who wrote about their dark pathetic life due to their recent breakup, and yes it was poorly written, and large words didn’t fit with the descriptions.
Yes, they did think their poetic rant was wonderful enough to be written on gold pages and read to the gods. So that was probably why it was so satisfying when the teacher read it then tossed it into the trash. Something about a reality check is just so refreshing.
The next assignment was to write a poem about an object, like a bar of soap etc… So the same dumbass wrote about a fork. And still that fork somehow related to another deep dark pathetic life story. I probably will never be able to look at a fork the same way again.
Why does the hipster feel the need to cram their less than interesting babble down everyone’s throat? And why does everything have to be depressing? Can’t anyone write a happy poem? Or if it has to be a downer at least make it interesting!
I sometimes wonder to myself why the hipster thinks that their “life experiences” are always so much more dramatic and important than everyone else’s. Everyone has to deal with life, some are just smarter and don’t write awful poetry about it.
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