Letting down his hair and donning lipstick
The avant-garde musician has a plan
He says “Have a musical argument”
To the still unsuspecting musicians
He plugs the cable into his laptop,
eyes the audience, and then presses “play”.
A blast of noise emits from the PA
and more noises join the convoluted fray
The musicians join the noisy chaos
And play like toddlers who know how to jam
But suddenly a feedback loop comes in
The sound has left the domain of control
Furiously working to stay atop
the noise artist works with sliders and knobs
And sonic armageddon is summoned
Through the PA into the audience
Unable to stay afloat of the sound
The noise artist rips the cord from his jack
and runs out of the room with noise blaring.