Dear God of Hipsters

Dear God of hipsters,
I know that I have sinned against you.
I have shorn my face in favor of employment,
foregone thrift stores for clothes that fit,
pedaled bicycles with more than one gear.

Forgive me,
let my mustache grow lengthy and swift
guide my hands to all that is vintage,
let my chain hold fast to the cogs.
Amen.

 

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