The exercise:
I was hit, over and over again, by inspiration at work today. So the prompt is: strange noises.
Mine:
My desk is much too near
The elevator here;
The reason, my dear friends:
It's driving me to my end.
Whenever it arrives
My sanity's deprived,
Because the sound it emits
Is the first note of a hit.
So now I spend my day,
Singing my work away;
I'll sing this 'till I'm dead:
No Surprises by Radiohead.
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