Hire me, hire me,
I have four A-levels and an Arts degree.
I have little experience or transferable skills,
but i'll gladly complain for free.

I'm educated. EH-DUE-KATE-ED! I'll scream in my head,
as I make your coffees and your teas.
My intelligence is far to great,
your menial work is just not for me.

I belong to greater things, I believe.
an author, a politician, a diplomat maybe?
or even, only if I'm lucky
this twenty-five a year scheme in marketing!

So please hire me, oh please!
I'm poor, desperate and my love-life is in decline.
The streets are no place for a graduate,
with a face, quite like mine.