Literature
Elevator Music
In a building touching the sky
There is no one in the sky
No one sings songs, sigh
No one plays, parties, prays
Prying eyes do not spy
Slipped red underwear,
Cubicle five
There is no one in the sky
Coffee cups do not count
Black black black
No sugar no candy
No one in the sky
But one man, oh my,
He moves, floor five,
To the elevator's jive