"and if you wince you can't be one of us"
"and skip the subway and take the bus"
"and hate the yankees and love the mets"
"and now you'll only roll your cigarettes"
so i watched the tiny burnt rings
thinking of only the happiest things
but before i could counter with a joke
they all were gone like cigar smoke
their stellas all crashed to the dirty ground
and an ownerless polaroid made not a sound
a song ended screamed paul maccartney's blisters
like vampire sunshine made vanish the hipsters
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