the goat:

“Stop singing.”

“Please stop singing.”

“Your song is ill-composed.”

“Your song is out of tune.”

“Off-meter.”

“Poorly arranged.”

“Unlistenable with instruments.”

“Unlistenable a capella.”

“Stop, goat.”

“Stop.”

If I could, I would

art critic ourselves

out of the sound of our goat songs.

But there is no goat.

The goat is us.

And the music we make of late

insists on being horrible.