In Concert

I can hear the throbbing bass
The approximation of a voice
No cohesion, not a trace
In a repertoire of tasteless choice

Still, there's an attempt at song
That more constitutes a bray
And some chowder heads just play along
As guitars enter the fray

The concert coming through the walls
An sharp assault on fragile ears
The performance lasts 'til darkness falls
But the aural ring can last for years

I contemplate a sharpened axe
One sure solution to my woes
But my own head has sufficient cracks
That still widen as anger grows.