a new shirt and tie to the interview,
i polished
my shoes.
i was hoping
to distract
the interviewer from
my lack
of skills
and education.
i smiled, was congenial.
my hair
was combed.
i was the boy my mother
sent off
to school.
so i got the job,
but was clueless.
it wasn't long before they
figured me out,
and knew.
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