An Ode to my Full-time Position
O, Full time, I'm glad you're mine
you give me funds for jewelry and rent
But O full time, what's been on my mind
is the time on the grind I have spent.
I give you my mornings,
no workouts for me,
too tired at 7am
I sit & I dream of earrings & rings
all of mid-day you keep me from them.
I have high hopes for evening, for when I get home
but I'm just exhausted by then.
So I peel off my uniform, kick off my shoes,
craft a small bracelet or two.
Then I get to sleep early, just so I'll be ready
to spend the whole next day with you.