The 8th Floor
The floor where all things are possible.
Never made it as a wise man,
I’m just stuck here staring at the ceiling
Ducking, dodging that dude Ivan
I really need a coffee but I’m dealing
What once was a mystery;
A dream for a fool,
Is now ancient history
From here, I rule
The 8th floor, where I seek refuge
Gives me life, and an occasional snack
Some say I don’t belong, but I’m no stooge
‘Fore I must getaway somewhere to slack
It is here that I get my caffeine fix
And a soft place to relax my booty
Although I wish there were Chex mix
To stop me from being so moody
I take advantage while I can
Alas, within a month, I’ll be free
O 8th floor, I am your biggest fan
How could I possibly replace thee?
(cheers to those who got my Nickelback reference)
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Shelby Weimer
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