Wednesday, 23 November 2016

The Interview

Smiles, unhearty and unkind,
Cold questions for the go;
Dry formalities, to remind,
'N fake pleasantries for the ego.
All this and no sliver of chance,
For you to land the job;
That's been fixed in advance,
Let not your heart throb!
My friend unseen, my friend unheard,
You were only there as a stat filler;
I hate to break it to you,
Not as a finalist in a thriller!

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