Friday, October 26, 2012

A poem about me

I clean the floor as a third shift janitor
I lead a massive cult
I tried to get fired
I got a promotion and a bonus
I am patently unprofessional
I am a professional
I haven't worked in decades
I make incredible results
I am a myth
I am a legend
I am random
I am predictable
I sit in the sunlight
I run in the fog
I fly a hang glider
I deliver like a freight train

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