attn: hipster sitting four tables away from me

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.

stop.slurping.

it's.gone.

i hate you.

not because you're hipper than me,

but because you know you're hip.

you're not.

just a loud sipper with perfect hair.

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.

no.

marry me. 

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.

plz. 

in other news,

i want this one too.