ode to lab

oh, lab
how i detest thee
i come to you at 8 and don’t get to leave till 5 if i’m lucky
it’s nothing personal, really
it’s just that my major professor thinks he owns me
and that i’m merely his powerpoint bitch/secretary
not a human being let alone a graduate student
oh, lab
how i would love thee
if only my experiments worked
and i actually had something to do
besides gazing at my laptop screen and clicking away all day everyday