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The sound of important women’s shoes
Striding up and down the halls
The sound of I don’t give a fuck
Bouncing off the ceiling and walls

Like a minature council worker in my ear
Balanced precariously
As he sets to work with his jack hammer
Just set on pestering me

It worms it’s way around my cochlear
Like a tiny click-clacking train
And it sets to work with it’s chiseling
Driving right into my brain