Not!

i'm not going quietly

there will be screaming

there will be noise

there will be din

i'll find some old

garbage can lids

and i’m gonna go

full Top Cat

saucepan lids

and wooden spoons

i'm gonna yell into the weather

incoherent obscenities

their cruel vividness

will be torn asunder by the rains

i'm gonna snarl at the sun

and break bottles

with a large metal rod

i got twenty three sets

of obnoxious wind chimes

in an Amazon box by the door

and i got a fog horn!

i got a huge PA system

a microphone and fifty feet of lead

i ripped all the carpet up

opened all the windows doors

gonna turn this baby up to eleven

gonna ready the shake, rattle and roll

barricaded behind this wall of sound

i'm not going quietly at all