Packing my office,
no more bowel movements to hear.
No more calling my name,
for this I shed a tear.
Tomorrow I report elsewhere
to a future and place I do not know.
But I am secure in my absense
collective office pooping will flow.
And though I will be miles away,
these memories will last.
All the times my co-workers ate soul food,
I've never seen someone crap so fast.
It is with this heavy heart
that I up and leave...I depart.
But I will surely come back to visit,
if only to hear our secretary fart.
But before I leave
I must give back to this office that I have loved.
Perhaps someone will read these words,
and look at my generousity with appreciation.
For in the toilet I have left a family of turds.
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