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Jun 2013
The neo-hippies were all in play
dancing from the hips while playing the bongo drums
talking about love and peace
feeling like a mix of molly, ***, and pbr
and the anti-frat guys were there
everything they do is just to be the opposite of the norm
they don't actually live a life
they just deny others
and my friends were there
bombed out of their brains
seeing strangers as if they were old friends
with smiles on their faces
and arms around shoulders
and a resounding chorus of slurred pub songs
and there were the strangers
leaning up against fences
or standing by the fridge
hoping somebody they know shows up
or hoping that somebody would talk to them
hoping they aren't as awkward as they feel
then there is the wannabe DJ
he brought his ipod
and his taste in music is just so incredible
that you need to hear it before you die
and wouldn't you know?
it's nothing but bass and generational fads
all of these people mesh together
and together they create
something which is just
so
boring
Harry J Baxter
Written by
Harry J Baxter  Richmond
(Richmond)   
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