Hip Lament

Fuck a ukulele
for being a ukulele.
Fuck a banjo for being
a banjo when there are plenty
of outlets in this messed-up world
to set a musical instrument on fire.
Fuck a gentle instrument, fuck everything 
except drum and bass and the rumble strip
on the highway. Fuck the whole notion of simple
and easy.  Fuck a depression outfit and a plunky-ass sound.  
Fuck a turntable for refusal to stop being an instrument. Fuck anyone 
who calls it out. Fuck music in general for being a thing someone wanted to make
and someone else wanted to hear. How dare we stop?  Fuck musical people who are not
blessed with a desire for silence right now.  They’re probably sitting home in non-silence. They
have a banjo on the wall, a ukulele on the knee, a respect for the simple things, and fuck-all to say.
Ten years ago they talked a good game  about something else.  Fuck them for being bad prophets.