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Applicant Poems - Poems about Applicant


To a Doubting Applicant
First humbly comply, An effort making to apply, Self assuring that they would reply: That God shall your needs supply, Your forms to shorter routes ply. Yes, first boldly apply And you’ve succeeded to imply That you shall never away fly When “Dear Sir” decides to be sly… The Doubting Christian Applicant Sometimes forgets he is a communicant....

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Categories: applicant, anxiety, courage, education, fear,
Form: Rhyme
Premium Member A Win Win For the Applicant
Thirty hours early for her interview. Impressive or ludicrous? She ordered everything on the menu. Wanted to taste each dish before accepting position. Is she the new chef? I inquired. No, a potential hostess. I stared at the woman. She looked more like a bouncer. Will she fit into the skimpy kitty cat uniform? I asked. And if she does not, will there be...

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Categories: applicant, jobs,
Form: Free verse



Bureaucratic Guile
Should one merely settle for the word ‘Style’ In lieu of the more appropriate ‘Guile’? A secretary asking an applicant to wait for a while But still not nearing this anxious file; Letting the doomed document and others pile, Sometimes taking this to a shocking mile: Many false phone calls and not-to connect dial Freshly asserting how Man has been shoddily vile. Even...

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Categories: applicant, anger, betrayal, depression, suicide,
Form: Rhyme
I'M Not the Forced Applicant
of the world war (3rd!) I'm not the forced applicant I don't wanna be the forced applicant of the world war (3rd!) no; I'm not the well-wisher not the advance receptionist columnist, they are political analyst journalist, they are critics of the war socialist, they are international relationship scientist they can greet in advance as horror enjoyer their provocative speech, writings, paintings as if now decorate...

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Categories: applicant, humanity, universe, war,
Form: Free verse
Premium Member 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,...

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Categories: applicant, adventure, angst, business, children,
Form: Light Verse




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