Monday January 26th, 2009

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.