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Description
There is an old desk in the corner of the room
It sits shyly, away from the main focus of the room
Waiting for someone who can be trusted to take a seat in its chair
And open its drawers to find all the strange memorabilia locked inside

Open up the top right hand drawer and you’ll find a copy of Gidian’s Bible
The pages seem worn by the turning of a gentle hand
And certain scripture passages have been underlined
The beginning of the Book of Revelations has been dog-eared

If you are observing this, then you are in the workroom of my old high school
And the desk that you are rifling through would be Fred Sasher’s (shame on you)
Or at least it used to be his
It is his things that you will find if you look inside the drawers

You would imagine that, being the type of guy he was, he’d take his Bible
Or the half-empty bottle of hand sanitizer in the drawer below it
But the desk itself stands as physical proof of a man who’d just gotten up and left
Never telling a soul the rhyme or reason behind his decision

I remember him as being good intentioned, but overall was very dull
He’d always tell me bad jokes and I’d have to force myself to laugh
And when he asked me “You don’t like me very much, do you?”
I had to stop myself from saying “Not if you keep asking that.”

I guess none of us treated him the greatest
But to be fair, work-study is boring and some would call it degrading
And it was his job to get us ungrateful adolescents to take orders
If I were in his position I would have left too.

Description
There is an old desk in the corner of the room
It sits shyly, away from the main focus of the room
Waiting for someone who can be trusted to take a seat in its chair
And open its drawers to find all the strange memorabilia locked inside

Open up the top right hand drawer and you’ll find a copy of Gidian’s Bible
The pages seem worn by the turning of a gentle hand
And certain scripture passages have been underlined
The beginning of the Book of Revelations has been dog-eared

If you are observing this, then you are in the workroom of my old high school
And the desk that you are rifling through would be Fred Sasher’s (shame on you)
Or at least it used to be his
It is his things that you will find if you look inside the drawers

You would imagine that, being the type of guy he was, he’d take his Bible
Or the half-empty bottle of hand sanitizer in the drawer below it
But the desk itself stands as physical proof of a man who’d just gotten up and left
Never telling a soul the rhyme or reason behind his decision

I remember him as being good intentioned, but overall was very dull
He’d always tell me bad jokes and I’d have to force myself to laugh
And when he asked me “You don’t like me very much, do you?”
I had to stop myself from saying “Not if you keep asking that.”

I guess none of us treated him the greatest
But to be fair, work-study is boring and some would call it degrading
And it was his job to get us ungrateful adolescents to take orders
If I were in his position I would have left too.