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.