Hipster Dreams

I wish I was a hipster,
smoking, carefree, alcoholic
throwing money in the air,
and not bothering to catch it
as it comes down.
Invading the streets
to take 'artistic' shots,
generally of blank walls.
And the clothes I'll wear will be
$80 in the vintage store
but $5 in the bargain bin.
Laughing, carefree,
proclaiming my 'individualism'.

Pipedreams.
I'll sit here,
trying to study,
despite or perhaps
because of my brain's lack of capacity,
trying not to dream,
because I do not have the right to dream,
to hope, to aspire, to aim
for anything other
than a stable salary.