The successful applicant smiled
The successful applicant smiled
Brightly, said, “Of course not, no,
Silly,” could not hide her excitement,
Still tightly clutched the mobile while
I tried to confide these doubts I had:
“Don’t let it overtake you, please
Don’t allow them to make you
A slave.”
She hugged me, ruffled my hair.
She arrived there prompt, Monday, nine.
Oriented, one day turned into a month,
I come to her office to see her for lunch today.
At reception, hand on pencil hip,
Her smiling shining lips say
“How may I help you?”
“Are you free?”
I see the light they put by the socket
At her temple flick on,
Her eyes flick out;
“I have pressing work commitments.
Next time, make an appointment.”
Smiling she turns on a spike, clatters
To the lift, resculpted, fully trained,
Supplied with the best equipment.