Hip S_ _ _e_ _

Hip S_ _ _e_ _

A Poem by L'Enfant Terrible

Isn't it so f*****g boring?
OMG shall we leave away?
Questioning so much is annoying
Why not be hip here, stay.

Maybe cos we are very postmodern
or um say aha, er, aye yes
somebody talks a lot to press
nothing but my youth for concern

You are dull, am I dull? Err, ok
Come here and shag me fat fook.

© 2012 L'Enfant Terrible


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this poem strikes me as perspectives of new generations, shaped by the
generation before, how the youth and elderly collide in terms of
culture, Hip Surgery. how often people become what they never
expected, this style stikes my imagination, excellent work ^_^

Posted 12 Years Ago


It seems that I cannot rate more than 100/100 :(

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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