I Am White Noise

I am a booth at a convention

I can't command your attention

The low hanging

Fruit jumps out at you

So I fail to get a mention

I don't deserve your time

Like sour grapes on the vine

Our opinions differed

On what might be considered

Ethereal or sublime

Do I want your attention or not

I can't be sure

I am white noise in a sea

Of talentless men who can sing

Slightly better than me