Our hipster father, who art in denim
Hand-sewn be thy vintage board game
Thy sourdough crumb, thy ironically pierced tongue
Is how our worth is measured at the new delicatessen
Give us your say on these changing trends
And forgive us our knitting classes
As we relive old TV shows and buy retro trainers
And lead us not into the bus station
But deliver us in 1960s Beetles
For mine is the man bun
The gluten-free flour and organic calamari
Forever in leather
Amen.
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