a love letter to indie sub-culture

This …
This is a toast to indie sub-culture
and the entire teenage population
that tell me it's okay to sleep with people
if I justify my shenanigans through talk of
sexual liberation and post-gender philosophy
that transcends social boundaries
while the phone is ringing off the hook incessantly interminably
with calls from the boys that look like girls that look like boys
and the shrill screaming of the alarm bells in my head going off won't stop
so find the light switch
turn it on
if just for a moment
so I can see the exit through this mess
and find some light at the end of this tunnel
of regressive insights into my inner psyche

but "why would you speak to me that way
especially when
I always said that I
Haven't got the words for you
all your diction dripping with disdain?
Through the pain
I always tell the truth"

Now there's an anthem worthy of a mobile phone ring-tone
that trendy hipster teenagers can use
to answer their cellular while sneering righteously,
digits grasping technology while fingers dial numbers
to casual hookups while pretending
it means something so much more

and I'm too busy citing references to pages and pages
of analytical essays and indie music
to prove to you that I know more about
Proust and post-structuralism and obscure artists
that really sound like metal scraping on asphalt sometimes
than you do, because I am worried that you will judge me
if I say that it turns out I do like the shit that plays on the radio,
and no, I don’t care that it subjugates women because it’s CATCHY,
that I shop at American Eagle because I
am a middle class consumer whore
and proud of it

that you will deface me on account of the fact
that I recognize your self-righteousness
built on Darfur and social awareness
is really just a facade to make you feel better
about being white, rich, and privileged
in a modern pop culture built on liberal guilt and reverse trends
and hiding behind nebulous and esoteric ramblings
about how the big Other doesn't exist
and what we really need to do is embrace the fact that every action we'll ever take is inherently culturally imperialist anyway
so ... we just shouldn't do anything

But don’t get me wrong,
I don’t mean to cut you down,
So I've been busy pretending to be more in the know than you,
and whoring myself out to hipster sub culture with
pretentious, self righteous, liberal, ivory tower post-modernists
and guys I've known for less than 5 minutes,
and any girl that is willing to make out after a couple drinks
and academic publications that discuss
Palestinian Israeli relations and
Chinese militarization and
Japanese re-armament
to show you really,
I am truly revolutionary and open minded and knowledgeable
but perhaps you're right
that none of this is who I really am
But I figure I can hide that if I use words so big
You won’t understand them
I mean for god's sake,
I can't even pronounce nothin'
Pass that Nietzsche?

So here's a toast to all of you
that know what it's like to be dumb, scared, and privileged
in a world where things like having a place to live
doesn't mean that you won't continue to bitch incessantly
about how your hair doesn't fall the way you'd like it to
swoop dramatically across your face

This is a toast to the middle class youth
Who are disillusioned with the fact that they don't have troubles
This is a toast to those of you who have it good