I obviously have a theme going, figuring I’m looking for some employment. So here is a poem you might like. #lashforhire
Girl Seeks Job for Commitment, a Poem
I am qualified
to love you:
my skills in romance, adequate;
my experience, 5-plus years and counting.
I have my master’s in affection;
my bachelor’s in faithfulness,
with a minor in telling the truth.
When you ask me,
why do you want to work here,
my response will be
more than genuine,
my heart so in it,
it might burst,
a tropical fruit Gusher,
crushed between pointer finger
I will smile
and look into your eyes
when I speak,
my heartbeat a whisper,
too worried the pound might distract you
from my well thought out answers,
I have been doing so for years
I left because they couldn’t support me
like I needed.
You’ll ask me if I have any questions, too,
and honestly, I may ask you
if you could love me,
like a child can love the fizz of Pop Rocks
as they hit against her tongue.
We’ll part, our hands touching
ever so slightly
lingering as you pull away,
telling me you’ll call me in a few days.
And when you don’t call,
or you tell me I’m not good enough,
a chewed piece of bubble gum,
stuck on the seat of my pants,
a total bitch to get out.