Submit Your Poems
Get Your Premium Membership

Clueless Job Applicant

Carol Eastman Avatar Carol Eastman - LIFETIME Premium Member Carol Eastman - Premium MemberPremium Member Send Soup Mail Go to Poets Blog Block poet from commenting on your poetry

Below is the poem entitled Clueless Job Applicant which was written by poet Carol Eastman. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.

Read Poems by Carol Eastman

Best Carol Eastman Poems

+ Fav Poet

Clueless Job Applicant

You’ll never guess whom the cat drug in; have a day where you just couldn’t win?
He came strutting in, smacking his gum loud, dressed to the nines Goth Punk style.
Tats trailed down his left arm, with my notice, he said, saving up for the other arm.
When ask about drugs, his answer to me was: “Yes, I’ll share” most invitingly…

Metal adornments on ears, nose, and lips, didn’t want to know, the all of it, at this.
As I noticed, he smiled most cattily, asking: ‘Want to see where else they might be?’ 
Hair a Mohawk with a trail down his back, colors of the rainbow, left nothing to lack.
Steel studs on a black leather butt, said, ‘Bite Me!’ with each and every staged strut.

What are you kidding?… Do my eyes me deceive, or did he just make a pass, at ME?
No Way! I’d rather drop kick him from my office fast, didn't he have any real class?
The application, a Sales Manager Job. Who would try to send me over the deep end?
Bet it had been a practical joke, beginning to end, so I simply held on, my friend.

He must've read my face, forhe smirked, I continued to ask for his list of experience.
His experience was none, but he said he managed his I-tune collection, very well.
Of course, he was the Leader of his ‘Chat Room’. I wondered, ‘Who could tell?’ GEE!
Also an impressive set up on his Facebook page, for his innumerable video games.

I ask how he was qualified for ANY job? Said, Dad ‘THE CEO’ wanted him employed.
I verified this with a call, was told not to be too Harsh, he had Potential, after all...
Ask what job he wanted to give his son? ‘Let him chose himself’, came the real clue!
Ask him, what job he really wanted to do, ‘VP in charge of Recreation’ was imbued.

Said he'd check out all the great places, in his Dad’s fancy Porche. Honestly True!
I kid you not! And he wanted his girlfriend, made into his secretary, Yah! No Doubt!
Believe it or not, he got all he thought he was due. All approved by the CEO’s! True!
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better… I began to really reconsider…

Really, who had been clueless… It hadn’t been him!… Which left me in a dither…
Knowing I just couldn’t win!  I’d be glad when this day was finally, truly, done… 
The kid had probably thought this a great joke on me from beginning to the end!
My perfect job, had just come undone! Apparently, being in HR isn’t always fun! 

My college degree, that took so much sacrifice, no longer sparkled, so much to me.
Boy did I now WISH, I was a CEO’s SON! As I simply got all the paper work done. 
Later, I saw the family portrait on the CEO’s desk. Lucky me! One down!… 
Only eight more to go!

Carol Eastman and Hubby

Copyright © Carol Eastman

Post Comments

Please Login to post a comment
  1. Date: 2/7/2015 10:10:00 PM
    Second read on this. Clueless—I'm good at that part:-) Don't know what else to say, 'cept you were kicking butt that day!

  1. Date: 1/15/2014 9:01:00 AM
    The real price of freedom has always been paid by our forfathers. Every generation has it's thing even you had yours. Wonder how much hubby contributed. But over all the rhyming paid off. And I can see Congrads are in order for what I do not know. But you deserve them. John

  1. Date: 11/6/2013 9:09:00 PM
    Carol,, congratulations..... Love ~~SKAT~~

  1. Date: 11/5/2013 11:24:00 PM
    Carol, , Congratulations on your win... awesome Teenager Entertainment poem.... always~ LINDA

  1. Date: 11/4/2013 5:09:00 PM
    life can suck a little bit, what lesson did we learn from it , cronyism to save the day , dumb as dukrap comes to play, but then he'll have to fit???

  1. Date: 11/3/2013 7:08:00 AM
    You are a storyteller extraordinaire my dear Carol! As Harry said, this should be published in some magazine! Kudos dear friend! Big hugs, Jack xoxox

  1. Date: 11/2/2013 4:00:00 PM
    WOW..................very good but sad cause she lost her job....

  1. Date: 11/2/2013 6:50:00 AM
    you see this is so many businesses in today's world, sad but's not good for the child in my opinion to be handed everything in such a way, if dad were to lose his job son would too and son wouldn't know how to thrive in the real world when things weren't handed to him....great write...congrats on your win :)

  1. Date: 11/1/2013 6:25:00 PM took this by storm.....what a great poem!! What a story teller you are!

  1. Date: 11/1/2013 5:09:00 PM
    LOL awww but it really isn't funny and the kicker is he's not doing the kid any favors at all. Congrad's Light & Love

  1. Date: 10/29/2013 12:07:00 PM
    Cute one..Enjoyed reading this one today..I got a chuckle or two..At least dad saw that he had potential..Thanks for the visits to my page...Sara

  1. Date: 10/23/2013 4:14:00 PM
    Oh i like this, very much,, should have this published in some magazine somewhere over there Carol,,, this is life today, and you capture it so well....

  1. Date: 10/22/2013 10:05:00 PM
    Nice write on the struggle for business, Carol