Poem a Day No. 17
In the interview,You grip my raw chicken
Fillet hands, and
Are impressed by
My googled knowledge
Of your moneyed company.
Over dressed and
Under qualified,
I float on flying
Colours to some
Training assembly,
Lab coat and neat hair,
I prepare for career progression.
Poetry by Richard Cloon
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Written on 2009-12-10 at 23:37
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