White Noise

Silent room, hundred strong, some hearing distant Muzak
It’s setting the mood
Tedium here, in his cubicle, he’s doing his work
The same thing daily
Papers and forms, staring, concentrating on the ledger
No room for error
Hours on end, takes a dogged man of great endurance
And nobody knows
Nobody will speak a word, at least no speaking out loud
No note-comparing, no jokes told, it’s just not allowed
No one lines up to see the numbing endless toil and grind
It takes so much not to snap, not to lose your mind
Here’s some white noise for you
For your car and or cubicle
Music, meds and white noise
Ease the pressure down in the crucible
This is the world, you and your job in your space with your data
Your files and flow charts
And your 10 minute break, nobody knows, nobody cares
But you know, you know what you are
Today’s frontier man herding, taming an unending paper flood
Guarding the fort from disaster for your people
The brotherhood of tedium in your Spartan chair
A hero for our time in the stale office air
Here’s some white noise for you
For your car and or cubicle
Music and meds and the white noise
Ease the pressure down in the crucible
Will the drugs help? A little music? Isometrics
White noise, white noise in your pod, relaxing white noise