"Do the math, it's a false flag And don't even get me Started on the moon landing," He spits, alongside clots of chew, His mesh-backed trucker hat Sideways. (it's how he does his thinkin') Conspiracy theories elevated to Gravity or evolution, He says he's learned his ABC's, 1-2-3's and Ben-gha-zi's No— It's your theory. You do the math.
Business Sense
Next level company bonding At the annual retreat— This year, they have a Red Tent and childbirth simulation For the male employees. Don't like the direction the Company is taking? Maybe you just can't handle The pain of labour I hear they're forcing everyone to be Wholesome and whole-grain Because last year they hogtied Hodgson as a "trust" activity and He popped a tent that wasn't for sleeping. Back under fluorescent lights With syncing cycles, Conversation drifts and shifts from The dangers of high fructose corn syrup To which Uncle Ben's Tastes the best to even The most seasoned vet.