On the first day
God created the hipster
And it was his power to say,
“Give all the slackers radios.”
(Noah had to roll up
One pant leg to wade
When the oceans overflowed like a cup
After divine hurricanes.)
The world couldn’t just be boys
So they had some ribs,
Made some noise
And made Eve the breeder.
Then along came Conan --
He was a barbarian with a club --
He left the hipsters moanin’
Then looked for another fight.
This is how it will always start
So next time if you’re smart
You’ll invest in black frame glasses
And a fixie cart.
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