Where they used to always make me fold
And I was always told
to never go home unless these clothes were neat
We were expected to never miss a beat
Always had to sweep and mop
This job was such a flop
We could never get more hours
And I worked with a bunch of downers
I hated getting sneakers for customers that were so picky
Some of them were so picky and ditsy
They didnt even know their own size
But I still had to abide
and follow rules and cater to them
But I hated catering to peoples needs
Though sometimes
there were times it was a good deed
because believe it or not
all types of people come into the store
it may be people you haven't seen before
but some people do need help with the simple things
like whats their size and how to tie a shoe string
Great poem.
ReplyDeleteExcellent commitment to the form - your rhymes are tight and the flow is continuous (tho stretched in certain lines). Great job of keeping your poem focused and full of details. I especially like how you wrap it all up (with a bow) at the end with your clincher line:
like what's their size and how to tie a shoe string
GR: 88