interpretation

made a life grasping at
straws
(ohwhatdoesitmeanwhat
doesitmeanwhatdoesit
meanwhatdoesitmean?!!),
stripping apart the wonderful
melodies, riffs, curious
vocal stylings, rhythms, poetic
lyrical beats pulsating
throughout, deep bass
vibrating & hypnotic
drums & percussion,
all to get to the
core of what s/he thought would
eventually
save him/her
from his/her own disgusting
reflection---
but the interpreter shows
him/herself to be nothing more
than a talentless suggestion
of what could’ve been
had s/he just chilled the fuck out
& enjoyed other people’s
art for what it was,
simply wonderful, ecstatic
beauty, of which without,
most of us would most certainly
die
crying.