Janitor (rich i might add)

So i guess we post ours here...

There was a janitor on his way
To Foxwoods on this very day.
Jeans, shirt and jacket he comfortably wore;
Though in actuality he appeared quite sore.
The stories that he told to the group
Consisted of mush, slush, slosh, and goop.
As repulsive as they were to everyone
Some believed them to be quite silly and fun.
This occupation, though humorous it seemed
Was no laughing matter, the man deemed;
‘A bore and at times tedious’,
The man’s tone was aggressively serious.
And when asked of subjects of little concern
A wise philosophical comment flew in return.
I sincerely thought in all of my knowledge
That janitors need not go to college.
His voice was groggy and raspy so to speak
And his shiny bald head was smooth and sleek
So I strongly assumed that the man was old,
For his physical features were depressing and cold.
He traveled not with companion or wife,
Seemingly the only women in his life
Were paid as was well expected;
And a janitor’s income should be inspected
For no ordinary man has in his hold
A sports car bearing a paint job so bold.
Foxwoods then is a perfect destination for this
Creature of melancholic wealthiness.
In life people go and people come,
Though the latter isn’t always true for some.