<poem> The Hipster
The hipster had a big white ghetto sled He dropped Grandma off once A while ago. I was busy working problems.
I told him thank you And she gave him five dollars And he smiled at me through his long hair And lit up a cigarette.
When he pulled out of the driveway I remembered him in a Tesla shirt One of the rockers at High School And how I’d never known him To do anything in particular. </wiki>