The Interview

An old barber, a philosopher of

All things great and small,

Cut and thrust in accordance

With Academy rules because I

Have an interview with someone

Who doesn't know me.

 

Myself I would flare as fashionable

Outerwear, but this is very contrary

To Mrs. Grundy's dress code, so I

Will groom my finger nails instead

So Mr. Human Relations won't tell

I chew on them.

 

I will have to play an impression

Game, like the Boys of Summer play

For reasons much the same, when I try

Out to hit their bush league wit and

Win a position on The Company team with

My well played smile.

 

In their upright chair, I will sit

Upright and cross my legs, queerlike,

Trying to recall my querier's name as

Dale Carnegie said proper parroting would

Make him feel real influential, although

I know he really isn't.

 

His canvass I will paint with the color of

Honesty I so respect and admire in politicians

Brushing off inquisitions on their sex life, as

I am inspired by the Democratic desire to defend

And protect what is good and right about

My own prosperity.

 

And sincere I will appear as I shake

Firmly the hand of my judge, not unlike those

Television judges, or the Book of Judges maybe,

And thank him for his time and his superficial

Interest in my skills and abilities of which

He knows nothing about.

 

 

Reviews

[Elie Marie]

This rings very true.
I like what you write about.
I like the honesty in it all.
Good poem!