Elevator music
Playing a dupe on cue
It's an old nemesis's song
That never rings true
Copycats, nothing new
Losers on the roam
Through the classical gateways
One instrument at a time
They're never up to snuff
No Mozart or Beethoven here
And why oh why
Must every self proclaimed maestro
Start out experimenting with
Horrid cracking and static clinging
Carnival music
That sounds like it's
From a dilapidated Mexican
Ice cream truck from the fifties
Driving cautiously, instinctually
For its next unsuspecting victim
These shortcomings I ponder
For a brief moment
Ding!
The elevator opens
On a sky line of a sky scraper
Windows reflecting the wretched,
Scalding, scorching sunlight
On a hot southern summer day
All fleeting thoughts are resolved
Move on, take notice as I watch my steps
For elevators
Are a well constructed illusion
Of elaborate safety nets
And if you don't watch out
You could end up
In an abandoned crumbling basement
Forgotten, stuck, no way out
Becoming another mystery
The city's gluttony gobbles right up
People are silly that way
Playing Russian roulette
With concocted games of dare
As I say, an internet gambit
For absurd amounts
Of inexplicable dopamine
"Step up one by one
Show your great bravery
Or stupidly; which ever one suits you best."
Until quietly a boyfriend, best friend, or sister
Conveniently disappears
Into a black back room
Then it's a cryptic curiosity
Of who killed the cunning cat ©
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