Well, almost a man.
He comes home from Parts Plus
Just as tired as he can be.
He's covered in black, icky grease
Which means he takes a shower IMMEDIATELY!
He's not sure he likes being a working man.
Let's face it, who does?
He even has to walk to work from his school!
(Which is across the street)
But he does it, nevertheless.
Why, you might ask?
Pretty much, because he gets paid!
(Bonus: He bought himself an ac unit for his room!)
I am so proud of him.
Way to go, Christian, Keep up the good work!
(This is not meant to be a poem;
it just so happened that one or two of the lines rhymed.
There would be a picture of him greasy and grimy
But he wouldn't let me take it.)
