Poems...

KeyBank - let me count the way I love thee...
by Poet Perry

I love thee in the morning when it's cold and gray
I love thee at 8 AM when I get here every day
I love thee at 9 when the goofs pull at the door
I love thee when the lady with no clothes comes in and I say "she looks like a whore."
I love thee around 10, when nothing really happens except idle banter.
I love thee when customers bring me presents, like a wine decanter.
I love thee when the phone rings and I stumble through tag lines.
I love thee when I sit at my desk and watch a wheelchair race through the blinds.
I love thee around noon or so, when I get to fill my belly with sammy.
I love thee when I'm talking to a dumb customer and they don't even know I hit them with a whammy.
I love thee for the instant messenger function in Lotes Notes.
I love thee closet where I can hang my coats.
I love thee when I take my shoes off under my desk as fast as I can.
I love thee because thee has no idea how much PTO I have plan(ed).
I love thee as I spend my days "working" hard and doing lots.
I love thee because it doesn't know that I have again started smoking pots.
I love thee I love thee I love thee. Goodbye.