Allen Moss, Victor

The break room
Is deserted
But I search it
For my daily desert
And in cursive
On the first lid
In the fridge
I read these words
"If you touch this chocolate cake
You'll be fired on the spot
Now please enjoy your break
Thank you, sincerely, Victor Allen Moss
A.K.A. your boss
The one who writes the checks
The one who does no wrong
And you will miss me
You will miss me when I'm gone"
When I was only fifteen
Maybe sixteen
My first true love I found
Her name was Alyson
She was given
A car, we drove around
A Continental
To the airfield
To watch planes fly overhead
We swore in ten years
We'd be cowboys
Or in ten years we'd be dead
And that summer she moved south
To the Mississippi mouth
And her quote in that year's yearbook
In a black italic font
It said "You'll miss me
You will miss when I'm gone"
Now in the office up the stairs
I am roping rolling chairs
With a lasso made of last week's neckties
In a moment I'll soon realize...
This is not the life I want!
So as I write this letter
I feel better
Than I have felt in years
When you read this
I'll be in Fort Worth
Roping my first steer
The factory is closed
But please, spare me your tears
Pack your things, pack them and go
Thank you, sincerely, Victor Allen Moss
Formerly your boss
I was the one who wrote the checks
And the one who did no wrong
And you will miss me
You will miss me now that I am gone
You will miss me
You will miss me
I am gone