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Pseudo Bohemian Like You

Posted to Action Poetry

Ashes of creativity can be
found swirling in between cream and sugar
death by gourmet mocha cappuccinos
Willing to trade four bucks for some StarFucks
Your spoken word is just a requiem
For the ghosts of Allen, Jack, and the like
open mic nights and nicotine laughter
angsty rants and kitschy finger snapping
echo off hardwood floors and exposed brick
cafes filled with insomniacs,dead words
ironic phrases on tight black shirts
night after night, are you exhausted yet
Living out your tired little cliché?