Allen Moss, Victor - Fishboy

The break room is deserted

But I search it for my daily dessert

And in cursive, on the first lid in the fridge

I read these words:

«If you touch this chocolate cake

You’ll be fired on the spot

Now please enjoy your break

Thank you sincerely

Victor Allen Moss

A.K.A.

your boss

The one who writes the checks

The one who does no wrong

And you will miss me

You will miss me, when I’m gone.»

When I was only fifteen, maybe sixteen

My first true love I found

Her name was Alyson, she was given

A car we drove around

The continental to the airfield

Watched planes fly overhead

We swore in ten years we’d be cowboys

Or in ten years we’d be dead

That summer she moved south

To the Mississippi mouth

And her quote in that year’s yearbook

In a black italic font

It said, «You will miss me

You will miss me when I’m gone.»

Now in the office up the stairs

I am roping rolling chairs

With a lasso made of last week’s neckties

In a moment I’ll soon realize

This is not the life I want

So as I write this letter

I feel better than I have felt in years

When you read this, I’ll be in Fort Worth

Roping my first steer

The factory is closed, but please spare me your tears

Pack your things, pack then and go

Thank you sincerely

Victor Allen Moss

Formerly your boss

I was the one who wrote the checks

And the one who did no wrong

And you will miss me, you will miss me

Now that I am gone

You will miss me, you will miss me

I am gone