I scream
but they don’t hear me too focused on their mission
which is to conform their buzzing
to a synchronized meter
and they will meet
Death of Soul
zombie is their goal

Their sound disturbs
I will not join your Cult no
but you leave me no alternative option
except to listen to your Buzz Fuck Noise
as you send Soldiers of Conformity
Missionaries of the swarm
my ties to you are torn
but you never cease
to expand your horde
into me
into me
get out of me

I must call upon music

true Harmony and Melody
will overcome brainwashed transcendental sound
Jimi Hendrix comes to the rescue!
Coaxing magic from his guitar
and the flies are beat
I am on my feet
cheering as Jello Biafra lectures the swarm
while Jimi chases them to and fro
with Devil’s Flyswatter
and as shit gets hotter
Jerry Garcia performs some peace
Prince turns the swarm
to an Orgy of Love
full of Velvet-Underground-induced sadomasochism
Bob Marley sings redemption songs
everybody hits the bongs
the bongo drums

Communal
Musical
Harmony
and we are free
to coexist
each occupying our own niche
our own self