Tennis Janitor

My experiences with my high school tennis team, put into a poem,

Tennis Janitor

I hate being a janitor
For the girl’s tennis team
Picking up trash everyday
And leaving it clean.

I hate how nobody helps
They just leave in a hurry
I didn’t leave any trash
But who cares, I still scurry.

Every match, everyday
No appreciation at all
No one thinks twice
The task is too tall.

I stay for thirty minutes
But it seems like hours
I clean like a house maid
And feel like I need a shower.

Tootsie pop sticks, wrappers, and food
With the mess that we made
You would think we had a hurricane
But no it was just a tennis match we played.

We run if there is trash that I missed
I am punished for doing all of this
I am punished for having no help
I am sick of not being dismissed.

It is not fair what I do
But who am I to complain
I have considered leaving the team
But then what would I gain?

I hate being a janitor
For the girl’s tennis team
Picking up trash
And leaving it clean.