The Career Interview
What dost thou want to be?
The man asked me,
As I sat upon the chair,
Turning on his computer
With great glee,
Running fingers
Through fading hair.
An oil tycoon,
I glibly said
Adjusting the beret
On my head.
What qualification dost thou have?
He asked me with a frown.
Now eyeing me
Suspiciously
As if I were a clown.
I told him I had three:
Tying knots,
Climbing trees
And making cups of tea.
We’ve nowt for you lad.
He whistled through his teeth.
No oil tycoon vacancies?
I uttered in disbelief.
I’m not asking for the earth.
All I want’s a gusher.
Why, Putin was a nobody.
Now he’s king of Russia.
Have you considered
Yon careers for thineself?
Like digging holes?
Or stacking shelves?
Or one of Santa’s elves?
No. My mind’s made up.
A tycoon I will be.
I answered assertively.
Alright he said,
Shift thineself
Come and follow me.
Opher – 29.8.2020