So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials,
and it goes something like this:
So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials,
and I have worked in summer suns,
with dirty hands,
and calloused skin,
So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials,
and I have gone hungry,
when pride was flush,
and cash was gone,
So, my boss has this “joke” about Millienials,
and I have walked miles to have the pleasure of minimum wage,
taught myself the skills he hire me for-
between manual labor shifts and long nights wondering about the getting by
and it goes something like this:
they’re useless,
spoiled,
lazy,
and have no understanding of consequences,
BUT,
BUT,
NOT YOU,
You’re one of the good ones.
One of these days-
I’ll explain,
I’m one of the weak and lucky ones.
