Jim is a sick f'ing bastard
Cold and crude he has mastered
Once at the bar
He'll go much too far
And end up getting really plastered
He'll come in late the next day
Then he wants to do nothing but play
He has a flair for the rhyme
And wasting of time
And writes funny poems through the day
We work with a gal named Gail
She has a petite shapely tail
When she's away from her guy
She'll give anything a try
But she's got a ticket to get out of jail.
She not a good one for sharing
She pretends to be very caring
To fold or to scrunch
She asks the whole bunch
But her dirty laundry's not airing
Her esteem is not very strong
Around us it doesn't last long
We're cold and we're crude
Our comments are rude
We toy with her feelings, is it wrong
She comes from the land of the cold
Works by the ocean gate gold
With her mid-western morals
She can't rest on her laurels
And if we do, she's the first one to scold
When she works she's not one to lag
Her accent's become quite a nag
We find it amusing
and sometimes confusing
When she tries to say big, beg or bag
Michael's last name is LaSpina
His dream is to own a cantina
Barefoot on the sand
A beer in his hand
And a nude bar maid named Tina
He spends all his days in the sun
Tequila is his form of fun
With a small fleet of boats
He drinks and he floats
And he catches the fish by the ton
With Tina at home in the sack
Who's quite comfortable on her back
They have sex till she comes
And wakes the beach bums
And the windows, they rattle and crack
When it's over the screaming stops
And the rubber stretches and pops
A few months go past
The thin waist didn't last
Three more months till she drops
Yep, Tina has one in the oven
From too many nights of good lovin'
Mike is the dad
But he isn't sad
Cause he knocked up bar maids by the dozen
LaSpina is back on the Bay
But this time he's not JDA
He's his own kind of guy
And now LSI
Can let him do things his own way
It's back to the land of the cubes
His old code has gone down the tubes
Now he's balancing sales
And watching the whales
And searching for girls with big ...
Richard the contractor's a brit
At times, an insufferable twit
He's actually from Wales
And he has lots of tales
And a dry, incomparable wit
He hollers and slams down the phone
He thinks that he's all alone
But the people around
Can't bear the sound
Of his voice when it rises in tone
Customer service is never too good
It can't be that he's misunderstood
He makes himself clear
As he yells in the ear
Of some poor slob who'd hang up if he could
He once had a girl name o' Brender
One night they went on a bender
They got really pissed
But then when they kissed
They realized they were the same gender
America is always berated
Compared to where he originated
If it's all that bad
Then go home my lad
We'd be glad to have de-stated
A large hulking man from the Pros
He's worn underwear in a pose
He's a sight to be seen
He's impeccably clean
From his feet to his surgically corrected nose
He lives in the land of the plastic
He thinks of himself as fantastic
To the eyes he's a feast
In the dark he's a beast
His ladies must be gymnastic
He Eco'd at night to get peace
From the stresses of dealing with Reese
Who followed him one day
Into the bathroom to say
How do you get girls with such ease
Prd_lvl_child was so taken
When she saw him she started a shakin'
Fresh from the farm
She rode 'round on his arm
While her heart was lustin' and achin'
When she gave him a big hug goodbye
She Noticed his large bulging fly
She tried not to notice the rise
That emerged at the top of his thighs
But all she could say was 'Oh my'
He came as the expert guy
He left when they learned SDI
Now he's in CFT
Part of our NPD
And around the globe he must fly
With Jean and the gang he's on call
When the clients run up to the wall
He's there to fix bugs
And not receive hugs
From young girls that still say ya'll
She came to the project from Dallas
She harbored no ill will or malice
Now she's one of the group
Not closed up in her coop
She believes the Tuscan Inn is a Palace
Don't send me in to see Bob
I know I can do a good job
I'm not like Suzanne
I can follow a plan
Without shedding a tear or a sob
Vegas is where she'll be wed
The town with no shortage of bed
For some chips or a buck
You can find some good luck
And drink 'til your eyes become red
White Zinfandel is the wine she'd prefer
And Dennis would never concur
She went glass for glass
With his sorry red ass
Until her speech started to slur
Cynthia Matusek's an Aggie
Nothing about her is saggy
She's tall and she's thin
Her good looks are in
Her lunch never comes from a baggie
Just a young thing from Yoakum
She's read all the rules and then broke 'em
Fun Barbie skates
Late Tuesday night dates
And expenses that really do choke 'em
She has a degree in nutrition
And a healthy dose of ambition
Her boss is a gem
She's from IBM
Her dreams have come to fruition
Just learning the JDA software
Has pulled her from home to go nowhere
An apartment with ants
And a client who rants
A co-worker, Matanda with no hair
By day the work on her 's piled
With a night life that verges on wild
She throws darts and drinks
Her lashes she blinks
Her nickname is prd_lvl_child
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