I’m home
I’m here
Now don’t you fear
I’m back in the office, Unusual, dear
I know that you missed me
I know you were scared
But I’m singing you songs again
In this office we’ve shared
Texas was coolio
Texas was neat
But Texas can’t compare
With the stench of your feet
Austin had nothing on voicemails galore
Or on cheesecake in the kitchen
Or on Flip Flop, that whore
I’m home
I’m here
Now don’t you fear
I’m back in the office, Unusual, dear
3 comments:
oh, good to have you back.
I was about to say that it's good to have you back. That is, until I got to the end of your poem.
I liked what you said in your poem, so it's great to have you back.
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