First day there was a storm
The horses escaped
Before I could close the barn doors–
First week I wanted
To do a good job
Hours cleaning the stalls
But forgot to help
Pick the apples–
First month
I remembered
To pick the apples
But couldn’t help
Deliver them
Because I didn’t know how to
Drive a manual tranny–
After six months
I helped clean the water supply
But I found out later
We were taught wrong and had
Poisoned the well–
No one got hurt
But I can’t seem
To do anything right
There are days when I want to
Use my written resignation
Now carried in my pocket–
But no one else will hire me
And so it stays hidden for now
This week we’ll be trained on
The harder jobs at the farm–
Well everyone except me
I have more stalls to clean and
More apples to pick–
I reach into my pocket
Grab the resignation letter
But stop myself from using it