My workplace, ’tis of thee,
Sweet land of Liberty [Bank],
Of thee I sing;
Land where the toaster died (I forgot about a Pop Tart and it fried).
From every floor and mountainside, let fumes reside.
Land of the Ryan's sign (the smell of steak was so divine).
From every magic refrigerator,
more free sodas bring! (They really did just appear in there).
My scanner, I hate thee,
Author of insanity,
Crusher of souls (and important documents)
Adding calculator, you're OK,
Didn't know how to subtract on you anyway
(so I would just add).
I'll miss Tommy brewing fresh coffee,
and Shannon always saying "Seriously?"
It won't be the same.
My old lady cushions when my butt went numb,
Cash Advance receipts sure were fun,
My starship desk was cool.
I'll stop the madness now,
Who does this anyhow?
It's time to go.
Farewell Liberty. You will be missed.
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