Signature of consent
For a five-month stretch
Can’t be choosy, can’t be picky
This is all you can get
And no matter how you bend
They won’t see your diligence
Even your ken is too much for them
Maybe they aren’t content
Or maybe their cash isn’t sufficient
Time rebuffs an amend
To this runaround practice
As unfair as any labor practice
Time will never see again
The earlier state of employment
That last while one can.
I am straight UP diggin' this poem. Currently I work for a temp agency and I think it's the saddest thing in the world.