i see you.
sitting in the library.
with your flannel shirt,
light blue jacket that says "nom" on the back,
and your black framed spectacles.
i know you.
you think you're a big deal.
sitting behind your macbook pro
and listening to underground bands
so phresh they haven't been named yet.
i hear you.
sipping on your beverage
in your paper, pier 49 pizzeria, cup.
i take it back.
you just left the library.
i looked up as you were leaving
and saw you rocking a tnmt shell backpack.
you are hipper than me.
teach me your ways.
marry me so we can have hipster babies
who wear glasses, eat fancy pizza
and rock flannel while i carry them
in my tmnt backpack.
i want this one too.