Genre
I just can’t do it.
I can’t stick to just one.
My tastes are like skittles,
Like markers,
Like crayons,
Like the whole color spectrum.
You somehow stick to pop.
You somehow stick to rock.
You somehow stick to indie, rap, hip hop.
It’s so easy in theory.
But that’s not how I swing.
I need some variety,
Some change,
Some difference.
I like indie.
I like jazz.
I like techno.
I like swing.
I like German grunge,
And Japanese rock.
I like Norwegian pop,
And Italian rap.
I like American country,
And Irish folk music.
I can’t stick to one genre.
I can’t stick to one country.
I need every nuance,
Every sound,
Of every culture.
My genre is all.
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