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The Recruit

Leg off the table

you red face recruit!

put on the offensive

and break down

the bolted door!

you are the soul saver

the peddle maker

the calibrator

with colored handbills

and front line

rhetoric

join the masquerade

in ivy league style!

politicking with

cunning guile

invisalign smile

blackened vile

bleeding the funnel

with gold plate omega

and crocodile shoes

get on stage

and dance you fool!

you are the headline maker

the pantomime juggler

the compromised closer

pull out that 5 page review

(bullet points only please)

and polish those weathered lines!

did you give it your all?

the door tags

and pleasantries

the tidings

and clippings

the irrevocable claims

and postured blames

all those impressionable basics

put to the test?

you know the call

(straight from

those cold academics)

the pie chart gurus

and contract killers

(complete with bone in finger)

whipping their

frenzied crew

in an all night

charade

old yellar

and the gatekeeper

sure seem amused

(sharpening their inquest

behind closed doors)

firing up the shiit storm

with those hostile priicks

and a slew

of insatiable

cures

there’s laughter from the back room

the dripping nose

and wavering hand

the cut white lines

and checkpoint tales

the pipeline romance

and lacking form

(of a basic essential

character!)

soundboard

and narratives

for logging time

slouching on the

steel case

over moot points

ready to play

the 3 weight

butter card

(if need be)

might I remind you

it’s only an inquiry

(with a slight hint of concern!)

surely no

malfeasance

or deception intended

so step back from

the melt down

and cut to the chase!

headlines to breadlines

penthouse to outhouse

those immoral pursuits

have taken their toll

(haven’t they?)

madman or rogue

(you take your pick)

for the scores

and tabulations

are final

shame on you

for the foul play

the bold hypocrisy

and order desk games

the back stabbing blames

and spurious names

just sign on the dotted line ~

this banter

is killing me

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Written by
ck-baker
Published
Jan 4, 2017
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#work#job#corporate#interview#employment#officepolitics
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