Job Interview

A commercial meet-cute, a make -or- break date

And watch the time, 'coz you better not be late

Because lateness will make you look flaky, sloppy

Like you're not even good enough to photocopy

Never mind do the job that you're dressed for

Never mind do the job that you've pushed and pressed for

Never mind do the job that you were made for

That you'd like to get paid for.

So you arrive a little too earlier, give your name

And there is nothing is scarier

Than being held in this pre-interview holding pen

Before you go into that room and it's just you and them

You sip freezing water from a clear plastic cup and squish the sides

Wondering if your presentation has got all its slides

Your mind is racing

You want to stand up and start pacing

The lobby but you're sweating a bit

So instead you stay still and just sit

You try to look calm,  poised, relaxed

Like your not the least bit taxed

Like your not gripped by mortal fear

Every time you discuss your CV and career

You glance at the magazines column on the table

You'd like to read but you're just not able

Your heart’s too thumpy

Your nerves too jumpy

You're not Donald Trumpy

With a business empire 

And the rights to hire and fire

You're a cog with a dream

In need of a machine.