Your a pseudo bohemian hipster
Dressed in a quasi batik design alleviated by your black horn-rimmed glasses
Wanting me to call you mister
All the while thinking your the gate keeper of all the earthly classes
Let me escort you off your throne
I'll show you aspects of the world no one ever knew
Perhaps it will chill you to the bone
But you'll see life as it unfolds in a different hue
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