Hell, I'm a fan of Lou Reed's horrible
Jam, Metal Machine Music, but when too
Much comes at once, unasked for and at full
And too-direct volume, there can be pain.
Such happened yesterday; hold music is
A blot upon this land e'en without gain
Stepped up. Such screeching feedback, lo, as this,
A one-way ticket to migraine land proved.
O'er 30 hours of pain and aura, and
That screeching sound near ev'ry time I moved,
That was my day and night. Quite out of hand.
Thanks, unknown jackass who put me on hold
I hope this is your fate, too, ere you're old.