A Wurld Apart
By Kenneth Sarzynski
July 31, 2006

(commissioned by Cook and Gabe to cheer them up)

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We all have job woes,
but only Gabe knows
that CVS blows.

The hack room,
a gem sweater tomb,
the financial gloom.

Guitar music weaving,
ReMax and Chad leaving,
Brave Dwarves cleaving.

I believe in a thing called love,
Culligan doesn't require a glove,
the leaky ceiling above.

Ever changing requirements,
working towards retirements,
always trying Altoid mints.

Hippy store,
gang of four,
Rod Johnson's such a whore.

Pizza slices,
queezer prices,
trapping mices.

Writing poems to calm the spirit
so I can think it and you can hear it.