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Posted in books and stories by Kaitlin on September 23, 2009

Singing Shoeman: A Poem

You there! Yes, you, you hope-killing hipster.

Who do you think you’re fooling with your too tight man pants, your disheveled range rover, your ron jon surf shop sticker and your singing shoes?

What do you think you’re doing with your wannabe crooning, your Weekend beat leeching,your pbr party throwing and your ironic logoed t-shirt designs?

You think you’re a jackal, but you’re just a jackass. Try to take a Zebra out, and you’ll be licking your wounds. Cause we’re a tight group, and we don’t let a filly down.

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  1. Thomas said, on September 23, 2009 at 9:23 pm

    nice

  2. B said, on September 24, 2009 at 1:06 am

    =D =D =D


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