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Based on a true story

Posted by on September 14, 2007

I was tired of my workspace being darkened like a cave

And of working in the gloaming like a dank and musty grave

So I threw my hands into the air and gave a mighty shout

And now Gene is in the pantry and he won’t come out.

We used to share the table in companionable clutter

But I got sick of sharing and I soon commenced to mutter

“If I don’t get more space and light I’ll never cease to pout”

And now Gene is in the pantry and he won’t come out.

His monitor and keyboard and his CPU are there

Whenever he reboots he gets turmeric in his hair

His chair is by the garbage; there’s no room to move about

Now that Gene is in the pantry and he won’t come out.

Now I control the lighting and the surface where I work

I’m queen of my domain but I am feeling like a jerk

I miss our loves and friendships. There cannot be a doubt

I drove Gene to the pantry. I wish he would come out.

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