I hurried to a nearby town
to give an interview.
I knew this perfect job would help
me start my life anew.
I took the elevator and
pushed button number eight.
The car lurched; then it wouldn’t budge.
I cried, “Oh, I’ll be late!”
One shrieking nut, two clueless girls
who texted or played rap,
one man with body odor, and
two grouches shared the trap.
I...
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