Gaber

Yo, yo, Gather ‘round, it’s the end of an era, Greg’s clockin’ out—somebody cue mascara. Not ‘cause we’re sad, it’s just allergy season, He’s finally leavin’—for questionable reasons. Yeah, he’s the king of the school psych game, Helped a million kids—but forgot half their names. Never saw sunlight, by personal choice, In a windowless room, whisperin’ with his voice: “Hey kid, breathe deep, don’t p***h your math teacher, But if you do, aim low—it’s a valuable feature.” Yeah, he gave solid tips, kept it 80% clean, A legend in slacks, rockin’ caffeine and lean. No windows, no lights, no shame in his style, Told jokes so wrong they got flagged on the dial. He’s leavin’ the building, but not your mind, Greg’s retirement—he escaped just in time! He was never in the lounge, nah, that’s too mainstream, You’d find him in a janitor’s closet, livin’ the dream. With a Snickers in his pocket and a smirk on his face, Probably Googlin’ “Is sarcasm a trauma-based case?” He knew all the signs, had a therapy trick, But still made that joke ’bout Freud and a stick. The kids? They adored him. The staff? A bit tense. HR? Just cried… in past and future tense. No windows, no lights, just an echo and chair, Spittin’ life advice in recycled air. Now he’s free, no rules, no forms to sign, Retirement Greg’s got zero dress code fines. He’s the rhyme-slingin’, couch-sittin’, dad-jokin’ boss, Helped us find peace… and our email logins (mostly lost). He didn’t just listen, he lived the wild ride, Now he’s moonwalkin’ out with zero guilt inside. No windows, no filters, no early bell, Just Greg in his lair with a story to tell. He’s out the game, but his legend’ll grow, In every school hallway where the weirdos go. Yo Greg, Enjoy the naps. Enjoy the snacks. But remember: If you start a TikTok… we’re callin’ the Feds.