Funcoland: A Poem
While cleaning out my “My Documents” folder in Windows today, I stumbled upon a poem. I don’t know when it was written as the date associated with the file properties is inaccurate. So without further ado here is my poem simple titled, “FuncoLand”:
“Funcoland”
There is a place I work
It is a place I play
Its name is in multi-colored letters
People come here for
Games
Pokémon Crap
And to bother me
I sit in a chair and
Run my fingers through my hair
And breathe artifical air
My boss Wooza is from the Bronx
And he’s lived a life of hard knocks
We sell cleaners and such
And get annoyed very much
I love this place
This place of employment
I would go there everyday cause
It gives me much enjoyment


February 18, 2012 



