This poem is dedicated to my dear friend Reza Alexander Kazerani. I miss him dearly.
And no, he didn't die, even though that first couple of sentances makes it sound like he did. He just lives 6 hours away and is one busy dude, sorta like myself, except I'm not a dude, and thus we do not get to mingle like we used to.
Buffalo Wild Wings
And sushi and ice cream
Inappropriate behavior in the walk-in
Bosses are supposed to be bossy
But not me, especially not to you
Swapping for Panchero's
Oh how I miss queso
Rewinding the cameras to watch someone fall
Saving receipts for crazy black cherry lady
Re-dating cakes
Not clocking out on breaks
We never used the red book
Instead we used facebook
I never did anything illegal
Except maybe mojitos
Cameron tried to rip out his down there hair
Blueberry Muffin Batter was Travis's idea
And I'm still singing those damn songs
And no, he didn't die, even though that first couple of sentances makes it sound like he did. He just lives 6 hours away and is one busy dude, sorta like myself, except I'm not a dude, and thus we do not get to mingle like we used to.
Buffalo Wild Wings
And sushi and ice cream
Inappropriate behavior in the walk-in
Bosses are supposed to be bossy
But not me, especially not to you
Swapping for Panchero's
Oh how I miss queso
Rewinding the cameras to watch someone fall
Saving receipts for crazy black cherry lady
Re-dating cakes
Not clocking out on breaks
We never used the red book
Instead we used facebook
I never did anything illegal
Except maybe mojitos
Cameron tried to rip out his down there hair
Blueberry Muffin Batter was Travis's idea
And I'm still singing those damn songs
Thanks for stopping by my blog. I have seen FU, Penguin and I kind of love it. It's getting a little stale to me, though. Thanks again.
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