Man Bun, Undone

I Hipster
Man Bun, undone
Washing it, with small batch shampoo
That’s how we do, in Brooklyn

New Brooklyn that is
Reborn, to the scorn of some long timers
Two slices and a soda

Kale smoothie anyone?
Blend my friend, blend
Careful not to stain the ironic tee
How are we?

Juniper infused, bespoke beer
Serial numbered, cinnamon chocolate bars – hand crafted
Bicycles made from 100 year old plumbing
An innovation sensation, we’ll put them online, a new app – sublime

All is discovered and new
Understanding is unique and authentic
This is The Moment, previous moments were not
Yet nostalgia for times past is at an unremembered high

“I spoke with her”
“You spoke?”
“Well, I texted.” Ah, I see. But I don’t.
Maybe he will. Maybe he won’t.

They are moving in from Iceland and France
They are wearing too short pants
They have invented fire and light
They, they, they will relieve the blight

Ecclesiastes, you dig?
Nothing’s ever been new
Nothing is nothing to me and you
Now, I’ll wax philosophical
While stroking my right side, cough drop beard

Just another phase, another way, another day
Yeah. Style. Fashion. Same Human Passion.

*Authors note: You might see this column pop up online in a newspaper, under the name Both Sides. I am publishing this column here first at For a bunch of years, I have been writing newspaper columns. Since my columns have received a good response on CYInterview, I thought I would share it with you. Hope you enjoy.

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