BERLIN BOI

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I want to be a Berlin Boy,

with their unshaved faces,

messy mullets,

beanies and raincoats.

 

Their expensive coffees and shoes

but cheap cigarettes so they don’t need to spend much on food.

 

Their inclusive mind and exclusive lifestyle.

Their long lines for parties that no outsider gets into.

Their prettiness and their ugliness.

Their fanny packs,

scarfs,

headphones

and leather jackets.

 

Their fully black outfits and all their colour.

Their earrings and metal frame glasses.

Their bikes and electric scooters.

 

Their political mindset,

energy to protest the system,

any system whatsoever.

 

Their Sunday morning conversations on Baudelaire and Berghain,

for to them it’s simple to explain both.

 

Their cool and uniqueness.

Their sameness,

for they are all so different.