Gabagool is paradise
Every morning, I wake up sharp, pristine and fresh. Not like most were they resent the idea of early work, wishing only to go back to sleep. Not me. In my world when the rooster crows, morning come, I remember a mouthwatering, finely sliced savoury selection of gabagool is waiting for me at my desk. My mission becomes getting to the gabagool as fast as possible, it so happens that also means i get to my desk before everyone else because of this.
This early arrival to the floor means I can vacuum an entire packet of gabagool before my team even clocks in. The only thing left of the morning gool massacre is the meaty smell that lingers throughout the desk until noon. Yes it does pose questions, but i simply crank a sinister smile to confuse them and leave it as a joke, but they dont know that these cold italian cuts a far from a joke to me.
When market opens I occasionally find my hands shaking and my mind hoisted to the idea of repeating the morning treat. If my gabagool thirst is not quenched by twelve hundred, Its not rare for my hands to grow a separate conscious and begin sending bids on the terminal chat asking for gabagool. But I simply remedy this by sending my intern to the store. As not to pose any suspicion, I ask for other miscellaneous items along with the cold cuts. I quickly throw such items in the bin, bar the gabagool, and make my way to the bathroom, dematerialising said cold cuts. I am a high functioning gabagool enjoyer, and it allows me to love every second of my work day. it is my fuel, its is my fire, without it I’m afraid there is no world for me.
In Wall Street's hustle and bustling throng,
Where fortunes rise and dreams prolong,
There lies a secret, a savory delight,
Gabagool's allure, a financial insight.
Beneath the tickers, where trades unfold,
Gabagool's charm, a tale untold,
A paradise on plates, a Wall Street feast,
In the heart of finance, where gluttony's released.
Amid the chaos of market charts,
Gabagool whispers to financial hearts,
Its tender embrace, a cure for stress,
A Wall Street haven, a gustatory success.
Bulls and bears may fiercely fight,
But Gabagool's taste brings pure delight,
In Wall Street's offices, where deals transpire,
It sparks a flame, a gastronomic fire.
Not just a meat, but a symbol profound,
Gabagool's essence, Wall Street's rebound,
A delicacy cherished, a status embraced,
In the world of finance, a position encased.
No need for suits or ties so tight,
Gabagool's presence makes everything right,
In Wall Street's realm, where tension's uncurled,
A slice of paradise in the financial world.
So let the stocks rise, let the bonds fall,
With Gabagool's grace, conquer it all,
In Wall Street offices, where dreams are sown,
Gabagool reigns, a delicacy well known.
That was beautiful Isaiah :')
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Razor-thin slices of garlic melted in fresh olive oil is paradise.
woke up this morning and got some gabagool
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