What kinda music you play, son?

I'm always asked what kind of music I play
when telling people I'm a musician

"So what kind of music you play?"
they ask.
I contemplate whether
to say it is cowboy punk
but then I pause
and look into myself
and think
of something a little more
poetic to say
so I say to them that
the music I play is nothing
but
melodic alcohol fueled malady
and recklessness arising
from despair

then I give them a gesture
of erect middle finger
'fuck you' smile
bearing crooked
tobacco-stained teeth
and my clock-working mind
is behind eyes that see
underneath
what is real.

They exclaim,
why, aren't you morose!
and so I shrug
with a nonchalant
half smile looking
beyond them for
a conversation that is
not as circular as this one
here and now and

I want out!
these people are like
scenery now and I cannot bare
to listen to another anemic
conversation or to have some
stupid
fuck
categorize
falsify
piss
and
shit
on art
that is not
to please those
who complain about
the trivial things

If everyone were a
little more morose
how much more
enjoyable would
the good times
be?

Just like drugs
everything is an
addiction
so embrace
all feeling and
do not try
and force yourself
to be happy because
that is
insanity

passion and
emotion whether
good
or bad
is for those
who are
real.

thank you and goodnight