The breakroom 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 sincerly Victor Allen Moss Aka 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 15 or maybe 16 My first true love I found Her name was alyson She was given a car we drove around A 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 But that summer she moved south To the Mississippi mouth And he quote in that years year book In a black italic font Said "you'll miss me, you will miss me when I'm gone" And in the office up the stairs I'm now roping rolling chairs With a lasso made of last weeks neck ties All at once, I 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 them and go Thank you sincerly victor allen moss Formerly your boss The one who wrote the checks The one who did no wrong You will miss me now that I am gone You will miss me I am gone