A little poem of my own...

FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WOULD RATHER LISTEN, I'VE CREATED THIS

Sitting here, This empty room, Sweat rolling down my face,
Wondering what you'd be doing if you were in my place.
Stacks of papers piled high, Names from old old ads,
Typing up a database, Think I've caught 'the gads'. (you can click this to find out what it means)
Rabbi Weiss inverting, His face almost blue,
"If I held him upside-down...what could he do?"
Music is blaring from Rabbi M Friedman's desk,
The lil voice says "TURN IT OFF! Dedi is grotesque".
The grass is green, the sky is clear, yet my glasses are foggy,
If I am soaking wet down here then Rabbi C is definitely soggy.
The big grey van has been sitting idle ever since you left,
It's a good thing it's Cottage Grove, cuz it aint got anti-theft.
Lately I've been taking the Volvo for a spin,
From Yeshiva, to Holiday and then to Country Inn.

Something tells me life is better wherever it is you are,
But I still have fourteen cheesesticks and a Granola Bar.
So enjoy the days you have to fill, the next few months to come,
And don't hang out with those loser friends, cuz they help define 'dumb'.
My final words I'll say to you, and I'll say em with a grin,
Eagles may fly, but foxes don't get caught in jet engines...