Horrible elevator music,
with singing.
The tired move slowly,
to the fast beat.
Good Dad happy kids,
greeted silently.
By angry, hung-over people,
Angry at who?
Intoxicated once more,
With coffee.
And we sit together with exciting music,
That we can't stand.
Sober people in and out,
We stay.
Repetitive cliché chord progressions
Get it off!
Woman snaps to music,
I feel heated.
I'm stuck,
Like a real elevator,
And I missed my stop.
I don't belong here.