The New Hire
In the economy of social grace
I was losing in the great rat-race.
No wealth could I accumulate
I’d scarcely get a second date.
My Wall Street stock was always down
mere junk bonds of no great renown.
I was not suave, I had no game
the outcome always just the same:
“I know I said that you were hired,
I changed my mind, so now you’re fired.”
The ladies sent me on my way
I was too awkward, so they’d say.
It wasn’t easy on my pride
that I was under-qualified
for every opportunity
of love in my community.
Then one day something in my mind
clicked, and soon I seemed to find
that it was easier than before
to find some ladies who’d adore
me for my sharp, observant wit
and though I tried, I couldn’t quit
taking pleasure as I’d say,
“I like you…but please go away.”
It seemed my stock had turned around
*cha-ching* Oh, how I loved the sound
of social prowess in my pocket
jingling as my bonds would rocket.
And as I climbed up rung by rung,
I felt I had a golden tongue,
and always knew the perfect phrase
to get the job, or get a raise
at every opportunity
of love in my community.
But when I met you, in my mind
something clicked, I seemed to find
my thoughts were just a murky mess,
my stocks went down, and I confess,
I think we just might be soul-mates
brought together by the fates.
You have that sparkle in your eyes
that always takes me by surprise.
I get lost every time you’re near
I stumble and I think it’s clear,
I never know quite what to say;
I’m awkward, when you come my way.
I fidget, fumble and perspire
but if you’re looking for one to hire,
I’ll take this opportunity
for love in my community
to show up at your interview,
‘cause all the wealth I want, is you!
06/20/15
Preston Graham
Submission for Contest: The Interview
Hosted by: Judy Konos
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