INTERN
Here you sit,
Upon your swiveled thrown,
Working hard
My, how you’ve grown.
Wishing,
Waiting,
Wondering,
If there is something better.
And will you get it,
With your resume,
And cover letter?
No one knows except the boss,
Whether you stay,
Or get the toss.
But if you work hard,
And stop flirting,
You’ll get the job,
And an i.d. card.
So much work,
So little time,
All of this,
Without earning a dime.
Just know we value your work,
Even though we may act like a jerk.
I’m sad. Take me home.