don't tell me you matter more

we take music to be something ingested culturally
annually since the inception of time
regardless of meter or rhyme
we should stand straight and revere
each sound that has crawled through an ear
and accept it as factually fulfilling but never willing
to take a cane to the ass of its bloated past
and punish its abusive insouciance
with powerful blasts of the dies it cast
did they forget the outlets they opened
closed shop along with the obvious intentions
of inevitable invention
long ago? for good reason?
seasons change, bland and strange
new days fire the coals of fuck you's and insurgence and angst against both
but music never cares how it's stoked
so long as you step aside as it rolls unabated
extricated like a shadow out from under yourself
to catch lit cannons of history
constantly repeating themselves

don't tell me you matter more