Die hard hipsters Wildly clinging to images of Adolescence Regaling epic fables Lost inside **** infested minds Grazing shoulders with the Super cool young things Franticly plunging ahead Towards perceived sophistication Bearded dudes Heads cocked at a jaunty angle Whiskey in hand, lust in their eyes Confrontation Just one sip away Painted princesses With ***** smeared lipstick and beguiling costumes Stealing glances in the direction Of anticipated adulation Dreamy trumpets from bygone days Colliding with breakbeats Deliciously intoxicating Shimmering Across dance floors Bodies blending Contorting in need Cheeks flushed From a desire to complete Glorious in their absurdity Pretension festers Brilliance diminished Hidden within conformity And a compulsion to submit Its Friday Night The pressure is on To 'be seen' Where intention is necessary But the encounter Is Everything