He Says He'll Work For Free Poem by Richard Jarboe

There's a guy we never heard of,
Sitting in the back of this place,
A guy we never heard of,
He's got a fake mustache on his face,
A guy we never heard of,
He's got a hearing aid in his ear,
Nobody saw him come, nobody saw him go,
Who knows how long he's been here.

I thought he came with you,
You thought he came with me,
We both thought that simultaneously,
Who he is, what he does is all a mystery,
He wants to see our mailing list,
He wants to join our treasury,
And he says he'll work for free.