Allen Moss, Victor

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