

Flintridge sacred heart
Young Writer's Society
presents
Verité
2021-2022
You’re bound to have a job
Taxing, exhausting, harrowing
“The new me.”
Minimum wage for the millennial,
Disgruntled to her core
Not enough to live by,
$7.25,
But not for her performance.
Adequate, awkward, shabby
“a bullshit job.”
It’s meaningless
Additional tasks to “prove her value”,
A cruel act of sabotage
A perfect villain for the LinkedIn age
A person can feel grateful for
Obvious, miserable, nerve frying
Waste of life,
Waste of money.
Another waking nightmare
Explicitly political
The archetypal millennial gets screwed by the system
Money woes are abstract
Pausing to make a furious calculation
Buy another,
And wonders if she’ll ever make her debt.