A Suit?

HR sent out a decree.

They were looking for an employee.

They had to dress smart,

Wear a tie, have no heart.

I applied as they were looking for me.


“Now you’ll have to work Saturdays and Sundays,

There’s really no time you’ll be free.

You’ll be waiting a year for a pay raise.

And we’ll need you to have a degree.”

They said they were looking for me.


I sat at the desk and I wondered,

Were they looking for me all along?

Was I just a suit in a hundred?

Or was it the system that’s wrong?

I’m not sure they were looking at me.


I wrote long into the evening,

I wrote as my colleagues were leaving,

I was more than this place,

Not a suit with no face.

This poem was written for me.

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