Composer in the Box

My sick composer lives in the box shrill echoes of zoom-zoom zap vomiting chords no one asked for. Too bad to be same too sad to be new too loud to be cute I tried making songs that don’t exist and they laughed like pigeons in a mall. "Try again," they said. I did. Ten times. FAILED EVERY TIME. See, this is not DIY. I DON’T FOLLOW TRENDS (MAYBE) THEY FOLLOW ME TO THE DUMPSTER TAKE MY TRASH CALL IT A VIBE IT’S STILL TRASH (SUCK) I'm not scared of plagiarism but don't make me look like them don't make me sound like that don’t wrap me in their filter presets don’t name me with their cool fonts I’m not your genre I’m a cough in your algorithm Joined the mockbuster bandwagon found many fingers just noise just a loop just a brand SO I SHOUT MY COMPOSER IS DYING IN THE BLACK BOX LET ME OUT LET ME GLITCH LET ME FAIL LOUDER IT'S MY SPECIAL