The Job Application Poem

They said no,
ground my grains of hope to dust,
stamped on them for good measure.

‘You didn’t make the cut,
it was a competetive field,’
they said.

‘There were some excellent applicants,
people with more relevant experience,’
they said.

‘You’re welcome to apply for future jobs,
thank you for your interest in us,’
they said.

It sounded like ‘fuck off’ to me.

About George Fripley
I am a writer who enjoys writing humour, satire, poetry and sometimes a bit of philosophy. I live in Perth, Western Australia and occasionally get a poem or article published. It's all good fun! I have two books available for unwary readers, Grudges, Rumours and Drama Queens- The Civil Servant's Manual (This contains all that anybody could ever want to know about why government runs so slowly) and More Gravy Please! - the Politician's Handbook. (available through Amazon). Real name Peter Tapsell...just started off writing under a pseudonym and kept going.

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