Just more wierdness

A poem
by CheezWeezil

Each day as I sit at work,
and take orders from a frequent jerk,

I dream of the end of the week,
when I become a computer game geek.

At last the jerk gave me some praise,
and even gave me a raise.

Now I can save some of my pennies,
So the fam can go eat at Denny's.