The Hackney dreams and the Shoreditch money-making machine,
All that blood, sweat and tears at uni for all them years,
Just to be able to pour pints of beers,
To keep a roof over my head, I have to walk with the living dead.

I’ve gone from Hipster to Zipster,
I know it’s absurd, but sometimes I wish I was a nerd.

Sean Pirate