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You came out here just hoping

To try and set us straight

We’ve proven to you without a doubt

That it was much too late.


You tried real hard to help us

You gave the job your all

But all you got from Denver

Was a lonely empty mall.


With your fifty cups of coffee

And your greasy fingerprints

We’re always cleaning glass

And passing you the mints.


Your anal retentive ways

Are borderline OCD.

You’d think you’d wash your hands

And learn to brush your teeth!


You shoot those rubber bands

At employees of Whitehall

You do it all in fun

Just To keep them on the ball.


You think that you’re the “Heff”

With all that graying hair

But the only “Playmate” that you’ve got

Is a ragged teddy bear.


The world’s greatest boss

Is what you really are

We’ll miss you every day

As we think of you afar.


As you look down at your watch

On that last and final day

This time we HOPE that taxi cab

Will take you on your way.


~ Pamela K. Berkhiem

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