Bohemian, Libertine?

Lou Reed,
once recalled
a misadventure
whether real
or imagenery,
exagerated
- I do not know.
And the anecdote
is of dodging
beer bottles
- causing riots
in every city...
Thankfully,
I have never had to
duck
from bottles
hurled in derision...
Though I have
been a target
( repository?)
of dissapointment;
mainly from you,
father.
Father,
long dead
who set the course
of my life
a course beyond old-school 
beyond
ultra- conservative...
And yes, I veered widely
so much so
you called me
bohemian,
libertine...
But,
is there a simpler
analysis,
one less condemning?
Is mine merely the freedom
of an artist,
a deliberate non- conformity
unshackled, unafraid?
Is it the euphoria
known only by rebels?
- A joyful abandon
the way of the poet?
It is a path
trying at times
a march to a different
drummer-
the tune,
words and language...
And I'll tell you-
outsiders,
eccentrics,
you will be secretly
admired,
regaled
though ever
misunderstood
and never
the norm-
and often it will be
a burden,
heavy, cruel...
But
the craft
is also blessed
- a beautiful thing
for it is,
- a gift,
priceless.